I don't know what made me link in tonight mum, maybe it's lying awake in the wee small hours, perhaps it's because I smelt your perfume today, Irene packing up at Bearsden Road, yip mum the final chapter will come to an end this year, the ending of our family, parties, laughter, us Girls squabbling, the smell of dads fish on a Sunday morning, looking down the lane onto the wee street, the echoes of childhood and us Shouting up at the window, dad doing his garden in the sunshine, the washing hanging on the line, the cellar door opening up into a great big dungeon!!!, and tears, many many tears, so much sadness, loss, darkness. As I child I was bewildered by it all, I couldn't understand, comprehend or make sense of it all, but know this mum. I loved you with every breath in my being, when we finally close the door in Bearsden Road we will close it gently whilst leaving a reminder of who we were, good people, kind people. The last page will turn, we will hold each other as we walk down those stairs for the last time but we will continue to hold onto every part of our home and to our family that shaped and moulded us into who we are today. Our family, our mum and dad Grace and Andrew Morris. xxx