February 25, 2004

• My Boyf.’s mother died this morning.

  
  

  She got up to wash and then returned to her hospital bed, shortly after she died. She is now at home and we have been told that she looks beautiful, all the stresses and strains of the last few years have left her face and she looks peaceful. She is finally at rest.

  
  

  I spent today with my man and I held him in my arms and was frustrated by my inability to do anything more useful than that.

  
  

  He flies home to Dublin tomorrow morning. he doesn’t need me to be there and I think I’d probably be in the way. He knows that I am here and will be there if he needs me.

  
  

  That she died on the morning of  The Day of Ashes would probably have tickled her, having that complicated relationship with God that most of us (Irish) Roman Catholics have whether we be lapsed or not.

  
  

  It’s way past my bedtime now so I’ll be off, I have to get him to the airport tomorrow. Love to you all.

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