A year ago yesterday I lost my dear mother. The next day [a year ago today] I was going to a Burns Night supper with Elaine. I didn't really want to go. But I knew Elaine wanted my company plus she was hoping it might distract me a little. Which it did in fairness. Until the end when as is traditional on Burns Night, they rounded the evening off with Auld Lang Syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot.....
That was enough to set me off. I had to slope off to the loo to try and compose myself. Then stand by the open exit attempting to cool down my tear stained face before smothering it in cold water. Elaine of course realised and came out to give me the hugest hug. So tonight I'm honouring mum, and Robert Burns, with another of his poems.
A Red, Red Rose
O my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun
O I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run:
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Meanwhile, for mum and for Robbie - remember to "tak a cup o' kindness yet". Not just today but every day.