From this image, created 3/4 years ago.
To this moment; this is the most surreal and saddest experience of my life.
As my mother was being transferred to a nursing home, The Queen passed away. I began thinking back to the 1960s when my mother first came to this country.
This image was created around 1967 - it gives you a clear idea of my mother as young 20 plus year old woman in the United Kingdom - post Windrush Generation.
I see all of her hopes and dreams halted by my arrival. Everything changed from the moment I arrived.
My Father, where was his?
Nowhere to be found.
He buggered off and married someone else.
She pulled off a miracle.😢
She created a life for the two of us.
I grew up seeing her triumphs, failures, disappointments and betrayals.
In the end, I am the only one left in her life demonstrating the truth of love and compassion.
I will continue to do so until God calls her home.
This time now is for her.
Thanks for reading 😢
“We are born of love; Love is our mother”.