Although she had a good innings, living to the ripe old age of ninety-three it doesn't make her loss any easier to bear.

Nothing is forever, the world keeps turning and life goes on and with the knowledge that one day it will be our turn to leave this mortal world for the next.

I'm sure there will be many who disagree with me and that is their perogative as everyone has different tastes. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date.

It's extremely difficult to sit and watch the person who brought you up slowly slip away from you and to feel so helpless.

My mother is ninety-three and is currently in a residential nursing home with the NHS funding her end of life care, meaning that she will be kept as comfortable as possible but will not be treated for any illness or infection.

Friends like Red I cherish, not just for their beauty as beauty is in the eye of the beholder though there is no doubt that she, Red, is one of the most beautiful women on the planet.

I've always said that the most beautiful women are sadly dominant so as the year comes to an end I thought I'd post pictures of the ones that I find most attractive.

My father handsome and proud with wavy jet black hair in his Naval Uniform sat next to my mother in all her glamorous finery, she has always been a glamorous women and always took great pride in her appearance. It's times like this that you realise that nothing, especially life, is forever.

As much as I don't want my mother to pass away, I don't want to watch her suffer which leaves me in a quandary for I know that her health is not going to improve, so what do I wish for?

The big day is almost here, December the 25th, Christmas Day, the day everyone has been waiting for.

Not only is this day the birthday of Jesus Christ it is also mine, another year older with my birth year becoming further down the long scroll of years on online web forms.

Tonight after taking a shower I heard something fall to the floor.

I checked what I was wearing round my neck, my gothic crucifix was still there and so was my mother's gold chain with her ring and two small pendants.

This is he woman who fed me, clothed me, went without for me, would give her life for me if the need arose.