|Mammy will never walk alone|
I left Mammy on her 98th birthday at the Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother Hospital in Margate, noon yesterday, as she drifted in and out of consciousness, hallucinating, often in pain from the struggle to breathe through infected lungs. The compassionate and professional medical team there (thank God for the NHS) were incomparable.
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone.
No hay mal que por bien no venga