By Rachael Chadwick
The heartfelt and uplifting tale of ways a undertaking to scatter 60 Postcards in reminiscence of her mom helped a tender lady come to phrases together with her loss.
On eleven February 2012 Rachael Chadwick misplaced her mom to melanoma, simply 16 days after first being clinically determined, and her international shattered correct in entrance of her. completely bored stiff of the milestones and reminders, in December of that 12 months she made up our minds she could do anything various and created a venture established round her Mum's imminent sixtieth Birthday. eager to unfold the note concerning the remarkable individual she had misplaced, Rachael had the brainwave of leaving notes round a urban in her reminiscence. figuring out she may take it a step additional she puzzled what might take place if she may ask humans to reply to her? filled with desire and effort she hand-wrote sixty postcards, every one together with her electronic mail handle on the backside asking the finder to get in contact. yet one query remained, the place may still she go?
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Extra info for 60 Postcards. Some people scatter ashes. She scattered words.
My mum’s favourite view in the south was from Evening Hill overlooking Poole Bay and I had started to visit there, too. I would sit on the bench and look at the view and think about Mum. It was a calming place and I felt like it was my only escape. The only place where I could attempt to clear my head in the slightest. My dad’s sister, Aunty Anne, had come over from Germany to help, which was such a great support. She had been through the same tragic situation when her husband, my Uncle John, had died from bowel cancer.
Hurrying along with me were Katie, one of my housemates, and my school friend Beth, who had travelled up from Exeter the evening before. We rushed through the station, over-sized bags in tow. One bag was taking a lot longer than the others to drag along. Katie’s suitcase was broken and we couldn’t help but laugh at her lagging behind. Of all the suitcases to bring! I was calling another school friend as we ran. Bethan (two people with ‘Beth’ at the beginning of their name – I know, this could get confusing) must still be on the tube – I got her voicemail.
Friday 3rd February, 2012 – The second phone call The next morning we all received a text from Mum sent from her hospital bed: Morning all. Quite a good night and OK this morning. Only managed half of Corrie last night so will catch up this morning. Will let you know when I hear the game plan for the day. But don’t forget, it’s a waiting game. Van the man is on – Have I told you lately? Well I hope I have. xx That was one of Mum and Dad’s favourite songs. The text message brought a tear to my eye.