I did write back to dear Diana, but, this time, I didn’t receive a reply.
I knew that she had moved from her flat into a marvellous ‘care’ home for elderly, literate women. Perhaps my cards and letters didn’t reach her. I wish I had persisted, but my news at the time wasn’t very cheerful. I was very involved then in caring for my beloved husband, who was very ill, and finally died in 2010.
I also continued to care for my mother, who died in 2017, aged ninety-nine.
I have read all the obituaries to Diana, and learned even more about her and her life.
It is a little poignant for me that she died on January 23 rd – my mother’s birthday.
Because, in a way, Diana was my ‘writing’ mother. I regard her as a role model, an inspiration and an example that it is never too late to have a successful writing career, and that gaps in one’s writing life are inevitable when ordinary demands, such as work, childcare and family matters take over.
Diana – for your kindness and encouragement to me over a lifetime – I salute you!