When I found out that Ma would be admitted, I contacted Nessa in Brisbane...
Saturday evening for us, was early Sunday morning on the other side of the world...6.30 am to be precise.
Nessa got onto the Internet and started looking for flights....at first, the only flights she could locate were not leaving until Wednesday.
That was no good.
She wanted to leave that day...she actually wanted to leave yesterday.
She got onto Expedia and found a flight that went out to Singapore....and from there a connection to Manchester...this flight left Brisbane at 18.30 Sunday evening...but did not get into Manchester until 8.30 Tuesday am.
On Sunday I told Ma that Nessa was coming over....that she was flying as we spoke.
Ma said I should go to the bank the following day and give her the cost of her flight...I said it would be the first thing on my 'to do' list...she smiled.
My brother Peter(in Sydney) took the huff because Nessa had booked a flight without asking him if he wanted to go along with her....this was not true...she told him her flight details and gave him the option, but he could not raise the funds at such short notice...because it was a short notice flight, it was pretty damned expensive.
So how sad that this flight did not get in until 24 hours after Ma had left us.
I could not bear to e-mail Nessa to tell her that Ma had left us.
My son in law suggested that he take me to Manchester Airport to meet Nessa off the flight.
Nessa' daughter had come over from Brussels too....so there would be a group of us to meet her.
As soon as Nessa spotted us she knew that it was too late.
She had been gearing herself for a dash to RBH.
So this was quite a sad meet and greet.
There were tears from all of us.
I was just glad that Nessa was not driving back to Whalley where she was staying with her husband's family.
We had some tough days ahead of us...but three of us together were going to show a United front.
To be continued.
Saturday evening for us, was early Sunday morning on the other side of the world...6.30 am to be precise.
Nessa got onto the Internet and started looking for flights....at first, the only flights she could locate were not leaving until Wednesday.
That was no good.
She wanted to leave that day...she actually wanted to leave yesterday.
She got onto Expedia and found a flight that went out to Singapore....and from there a connection to Manchester...this flight left Brisbane at 18.30 Sunday evening...but did not get into Manchester until 8.30 Tuesday am.
On Sunday I told Ma that Nessa was coming over....that she was flying as we spoke.
Ma said I should go to the bank the following day and give her the cost of her flight...I said it would be the first thing on my 'to do' list...she smiled.
My brother Peter(in Sydney) took the huff because Nessa had booked a flight without asking him if he wanted to go along with her....this was not true...she told him her flight details and gave him the option, but he could not raise the funds at such short notice...because it was a short notice flight, it was pretty damned expensive.
So how sad that this flight did not get in until 24 hours after Ma had left us.
I could not bear to e-mail Nessa to tell her that Ma had left us.
My son in law suggested that he take me to Manchester Airport to meet Nessa off the flight.
Nessa' daughter had come over from Brussels too....so there would be a group of us to meet her.
As soon as Nessa spotted us she knew that it was too late.
She had been gearing herself for a dash to RBH.
So this was quite a sad meet and greet.
There were tears from all of us.
I was just glad that Nessa was not driving back to Whalley where she was staying with her husband's family.
We had some tough days ahead of us...but three of us together were going to show a United front.
To be continued.
