Next week dad leaves Sheffield and my family link is gone, but the city will always be home.
I looked for 🌈 today
The morning she died was the morning after horrendous storms which had raged all night. I’d been with her alone as she passed, and when I emerged from the unit to go and grab something to eat the storm clouds were clearing. ->
I stopped to take a picture of her ‘little elephant’ that stood outside the unit - the sunlight filtering through nicely as the sky cleared up - then I turned around, and saw a 🌈 starting to form ->
It grew and grew.
Then I went to get a pain au choc from the same place I’d been getting her iced ‘hot’ chocolates the day before, so she could ease the dryness in her mouth from the ice cubes. Kept seeing rainbows in the days that followed. The daffodils hadn’t quite come up yet …
But her funeral was a month later, 21 Mar. spring equinox! Ish. We held 200 daffodils while the funeral crew stopped and redirected double decker buses and the news turned up. Proper Queen behaviour.
The daffodils : because I just wanted to get her in the garden she loved one last time. Dad had the house modified etc. but she never made it home
My mum is Isilda Del Carmen Lang née Cuevas-Aguilera. You can read her recipe book and donate to her hospice if you like. Chilean recipes important to her community of childminded kids in Sheffield.
Read her story in thread 👇
RTs ❤️ #CancerAwareness isildafoodhome.co.uk
The recipe book is just a little project friends (parents of now grown up childminded kids like @proletics) put together to celebrate her.
She’s in Burngreave / Pitsmoor in Sheffield, and a refugee/survivor of Pinochet’s Chile. Read an interview in next tweet 👉
She spoke to @theBMessenger in 2002 about her life in brief