Sunday, November 26, 2006

Revisited...

I was down in Chesterfield visiting my father over the weekend. The stinking cold that still hasn’t left my system yet, combined with the even stinkier driving conditions of heavy rain, strong winds and glaring headlights meant that the journey was only possible by consuming vast amounts of coffee strong enough to dissolve a teaspoon. Today I’m feeling fragile, jumpy and very irritable.

While I was there he gave me a copy of his new book, Donald Ayres’ Exmoor Revisited, which is a follow up to his original Donald Ayres’ Exmoor.

I was about to write a humorous and witty sales pitch for the book, recommending it as an ideal Xmas present etc, when I caught site of the dedication, which I missed first time round. It’s no surprise that it's to the memory of my mother, but what caught me off guard was:

Ann Marguerite Ayres
1937 – 2003


Strangely enough I’ve not seen the dates of her life written down. The 1937 bit is familiar enough to me, but it’s the 2003 after it that was the punch in the stomach. Despite it being nearly 4 years since she died, and me now being 40 years old, suddenly I just feel like a wee boy who’s lost his mummy and I can’t think of anything witty or humorous to write.

7 comments:

Stella said...

(((hugs))) to you Kim.

quinn said...

The loss of someone we love is never easy it doesn't matter how long since they have been gone.
I am sorry for your loss Kim.
I think the dedication is awesome.

Anonymous said...

We never forget our loved ones who pass on, but we sometimes displace some of the memories. I get that punch in the stomach sometimes when something reminds me of my father. I treat it as a reminder to remember the little things.

Kim Ayres said...

Thanks guys

Anonymous said...

Still can't believe it, Kim. Give my love to all your family.

Attila The Mom said...

(((Kim))) I know exactly how you feel.

Kim Ayres said...

Thanks Branden & Attila