So, when I was growing up, each year when Last Night of the Proms was on, my Mum, Dad and I would make an evening of it, volume turned up on the television, enjoying the musical spectacular and singing along at the top of our voices (I should mention that it wasn't always a pleasurable experience as Mum is tone deaf and had an alarming ability to see a bass version of all songs!)
It became a family tradition and even when I left home, we'd still all tune in wherever we were and then phone or text when a "favourite" was coming up and inevitably Mum and I would both be crying to various renditions of Danny Boy. Lots of text whizzed backwards and forwards with "thinking of you" "this reminds me of you" "are you crying yet?" "your Dad's singing his heart out to Land of Hope & Glory"........
Its one of those very precious memories.
Last night I went to Proms in the Park, thankfully with some very lovely friends. I was apprehensive as I suddenly realised it would be the first real year that Mum might either be in bed so wouldn't see it, or not be able to grasp what was going on and even worse, not send me the texts!
I got through the first bit, what a fantastic event but the the sea shanties started and I just blubbed, I couldn't stop and Land of Hope and Glory was the undoing of me...... My friends surrounded me, hugging me and just let me cry.
I then received a text from my Mum saying that this tune reminded her of me and although I know my lovely Dad wrote it for her, it couldn't have been more wonderful. Needless to say I blubbed even more.
So, thank you Mum and Dad for creating SUCH wonderful childhood memories that I have carried through to adult life, whatever the horrible disease is doing to my poor Mum (and my Dad) it can't take away those things EVER!!!