Rosalie Jean Saunders (4 August 1939–6 August 2020)

Mum on her 81st birthday

On Thursday 6 August, two days after her 81st birthday my beautiful Mum, Rosalie Jean Saunders was found dead at home.

She had had an amazing birthday, she felt so blessed by people’s love and kindness. She had her hair dyed pink in celebration. Two days later, it appears that her heart gave out, but oh! what a heart she had.

The last two weeks have been a roller coaster of emotion. Most days when folks have asked me how I am, I’ve said that I’ve been like a typical day of Scottish weather: I’ve had a bit of everything.

Today, restricted by Covid-19 guidelines, a few family and friends gathered in the church grounds at St John the Evangelist, Selkirk (Mum’s spiritual home since 1974) and then in the Auld Kirk Yard to give thanks for the life of Mum and commit her to God’s keeping.

Mum was buried in a family grave, alongside my father.

My sister, brother and I worked collaboratively on her eulogy (below) using notes that she had left herself (thanks Mum, they were really helpful!). Mum left a lot of papers and writings and photographs which we will go through over the next few weeks, months, years and I’d like to compile them into a book to remember Mum by. But that is for another day.

Today we rejoiced for her life, her love, her faith in the God she adored.

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Holiday day 1: the funeral

Iron and cassock

There’s a lot on today, so I’ll keep this brief — not least because I need to drive to Edinburgh shortly.

Today is Jane’s final day of work at The Duke of Edinburgh’s Award. I know that she’s looking forward to the challenges ahead with Aberlour Child Care Trust but she’ll also miss the Award too. Prayers please for her.

Today is also the funeral of my Great Aunt Mary (she was 93) at Warriston Crematorium. And I’m taking the service: the first funeral service of a family member that I’ll have taken. Again, your prayers for that too.

I’ve even ironed my cassock and cotta. Aunt Mary would have been pleased, I’m sure. 🙂

The observant amongst you will have already realised that had we been heading to Monaco we’d have missed the funeral, and to be honest I’d much rather be with my folks just now at this time than jet-setting off in the direction of the south of France. Is all worked out for the better, methinks.