By Rachael Chadwick
The heartfelt and uplifting tale of the way a undertaking to scatter 60 Postcards in reminiscence of her mom helped a tender woman come to phrases along 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 uninterested of the milestones and reminders, in December of that 12 months she made up our minds she may do whatever diverse and created a venture established round her Mum's impending sixtieth Birthday. wanting to unfold the note concerning the exceptional individual she had misplaced, Rachael had the brainwave of leaving notes round a urban in her reminiscence. determining she might take it a step additional she questioned what could occur if she might ask humans to answer her? jam-packed with wish and effort she hand-wrote sixty postcards, each one together with her e mail tackle on the backside asking the finder to get in contact. yet one query remained, the place should still she go?
figuring out how a lot she longed to go to Paris,...
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It was such a wonderful moment that I knew I would never forget (pun completely intended). Because the DVD had gone down so well, I couldn’t resist buying her a copy and sneaking it into the glove compartment of her car when she was dropping me at the coach station for my journey back up to London. I boarded the coach smiling and waving but as I sat down on my seat my face went blank. I can’t smile anymore. I had been in denial over Christmas. Looking back at Mum in the moment that I said goodbye, I realised she looked seriously ill.
As we listened to music, and everyone chatted and laughed – some getting introduced to each other for the very first time – my third London housemate Beccy flew through the door. She was feeling giddy after spending the evening in London working at the Women in Film and Television Awards. We laughed with her as she told us how emotional it was and how she couldn’t help but have teary eyes at every single award. She said she had felt so glamorous telling everyone as she was leaving the event that she was off to catch the Eurostar to Paris.
Some things never change. She laughed with me, wiped her tears and we continued watching, throwing our hands up in the air to Never Forget and giving a standing ovation and a cheer at the end. I knew she’d love it. It was such a wonderful moment that I knew I would never forget (pun completely intended). Because the DVD had gone down so well, I couldn’t resist buying her a copy and sneaking it into the glove compartment of her car when she was dropping me at the coach station for my journey back up to London.
60 Postcards. Some people scatter ashes. She scattered words. by Rachael Chadwick