Evelyn Isabel Scott, née Sidney

At 3.10 a.m. on the morning of Monday 13th August 1990, my Mum passed away, aged 70, after 6 and a half years as a shadow of her unique self in the worst imprisonment possible to afflict her - dependency. And after 6 days in a coma following one more, mercifully fatal, stroke.

 
In the next picture, in which it is visible that, at about 7 months old, I was in too much of a hurry to walk, nobdy looks happy.
 
In the next and last, I believe it is easy to see the deep bond, not only of mother-son love, but of mutual respect, of humour, of understanding, of the same outlook on everything that sealed the most valuable friendship.
   

This is all. After nearly 2 hours' preparing this post, that was so important for me to write, that revealed so much of necessary importance to me, about my father as well as my mother, I have just lost it. Like losing my mother again.

I don't know why or how. I only know I feel sick. I can't do it again. And tomorrow will be too late.
I am now very sad, very bitter.
This proves that this means of communication and recording is not safe or reliable.
Blogger happily tells that now everythnig is automatically saved as a draft. no it isn't. Don't believe it and don't trust it.
Can you feel just how devastated I am with this? It was the best piece of writing to this diary so far.
I am going out for coffee. It's all I can do. How sorry I am.