Today marks the 9th anniversary of my Mum’s death. In a couple of weeks it will be 13 years since Dad died and I became my Mum’s power of attorney and next of kin. It all feels a long time ago, but I can still place myself at their hospital bedsides in their last days and hours at the drop of a hat. I guess that level of intensity lingers.

Yesterday, I opened the back door to let the dog out. I felt something while standing there, an emotional connection to something. And then out of the corner of my ear (if that’s an expression) I recognised some music being played from one of the neighbouring houses as “Annie’s song” by John Denver. I grew up hearing this tune, tho it was the James Galway version. Mum loved it and I had it played at her funeral.

It felt beautiful to hear it this weekend. Made me smile a little and also brought a tear to my eye. A gorgeous coincidence.