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There are some things that certainly change life. I’ve recently had two. The next post covers the happier of these. This post deals with the terrably sad one. On 24 August my mother, Joan Park, formerly Scott, née Hetherington—aka Dwarfy, Joany Heather, mam—lost her fight with the cancer which we’d only found out a few months before was taking her. She fought it to the end. And she was her brilliant self to the end. As a sort of formality, and to save me repeating some of the dry details, the notice of her death in the local paper is online here (I just realised the date beneath her name there is May, though the text correctly says August as appeared in the actual paper. The acknowledgement is here, (and also here—the first appeared under deaths so they put it back in the next night in the correct section!)—she always did like to read the hatches, matches and dispatches.

This isn’t going to be a huge post with every reminiscence of her I could muster. There may be one at some point—here or some other place—but a few words, because how could there not be?

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