We say economy class is ‘coach’ when travelling.
To teach and encourage someone is to ‘coach’ them.
Best though is Mum’s coach…………..
That was the one that brought her up to us for her holidays when we were in the cottage.
Happy days, loads of memories.

Written for FOWC 7th April

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Coach

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Loverly Di 💜

  2. Carol anne says:

    such lovely memories Di! ❤ ❤

  3. I miss my mom. Our visits were never long enough.

    • Living so far away meant our visits were rushed as we had to do the 500 mile round trip in one day as we couldn’t afford to stay in a hotel (difficult with the dog anyway) and there was never an offer of a floor, pillow and duvet. Plus we couldn’t plan ahead as we never knew if a long journey was possible due to health issues, so when Mum came to us, I made the most of it.

      • My mom couldn’t travel in the later years. The eight hour drive was always me going to her.

      • I know the feeling. I wrote to her twice a week and she always knew who the letters were from, but if I rang, she’d get distressed as she didn’t recognise my voice. Hard to believe she’s been gone three years now.

      • When I physically could no longer make the 8 hours each way on a weekend, I started to fly every month. Our once or twice weekly calls were never interrupted by a loss of knowledge of who I was. She was lucid to her last days. It has been five years now. By the grace of G-d she declined during my summer time off from school. I was able to be with her 24/7 in the hospital and then in the hospice facility. I held her hand as she passed. My principal allowed me to take extra days off once school began. I needed it . We never get over the loss totslly.

      • I am sorry for your loss Lauren. I was with my Dad and holding his hand when he passed away in 1996.

      • I was glad to be there. I am forever sad at all the lives of those who passed by Covid, all alone with no loved ones. It haunts me. I am infuriated when someone talks of it being a hoax. Sorry, I took a turn there.

      • Don’t worry about it. I agree with you. Covid is not a hoax, and I am so looking forward to our second jabs, as although we know it’s not a cure, it gives some protection.

      • I’ve had both and I still stay masked and use the senior hours. I feel less frightened and less anxiety for sure.

      • That is our intention too.

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