My mother has upsticked to Cumbria, and there endeth my Liverpool home. Sure, my sister Jane and nephew Dylan are still in the 'Pool. But the passing of a parental presence there is sobering. Since Dad died in August 2003, I've been willing Mum to leave that house in Warrington Road. Now that she has, I'm glad, and am also feeling bereaved all over again.
No more home. No more showing up with a bagful of books and drinking tea in front of Corrie, sitting in silence with Dad after Mum's gone up, watching him doze off, then stir and say, "right, that's me lot... G'night, Stephen."