Aubrey
Welsh
The Eagle Has Flown
It has been several months since my mother, Nora (Tilly) Mackenzie passed away and I am still trying to fathom what has happened. I know she has passed because her ashes were interred into Harold's grave on 28 January 2023. Harold did not have a marked grave - as shown in the photo on the right and decorated with some artificial flowers - but I told Mom that when she passed, I was going to have the grave upgraded with a headstone and a full slab. She was not particularly enamoured by the idea but she did say how wonderful it would be if all of her sons were to lay together in that grave. Barry (her third-born son) died in 2020 and his family agreed to have some of his ashes interred at the same time as Mom. So now Mom has two sons with her. Her first-born, Victor, died in 1998 and his ashes were held by his second wife, thus none are available to us. I have decided that when I eventually pass, that some of my ashes, too, will be interred in the same grave site. I was never happy that Harold's grave lay unmarked for almost fifty years so when Mom passed, one of my major tasks was to contract a monumentals company to design and construct a whole new 'marking' of Harold's grave.
This is the result.
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Mom now has pride of place on the headstone and I was able to have one of her favourite flowers - the orchid - engraved at the side of the headstone. It is only fitting that, as matriarchal head of our family, she occupies this position.
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I had the names of Victor, Harold and Barry - her pre-deceased sons - also engraved on the slab. I asked permission from Victor and Barry's children, to include all names on the slab and I am very grateful that they all agreed.
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So we now have something of a family site at Stellawood Cemetery in Durban that people can return to should they wish to honour those who have left us.
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At Mom's Celebration on 28 January, 2023, her ashes were placed at the centre of a table on which was placed many items of special meaning to her - the foods and drinks she liked, a photo album made a few years earlier to celebrate her long life, an orchid, photos of her three pre-deceased sons, some of her favourite clothing - sharing her life and loves with us all. The celebration itself was quite informal and many family members contributed stories and tales of their respective lives with Mom, Gran (or Ouma for one grandchild) and Great-Gran. There were about 50 people at the Celebration, kept small in an attempt to adhere to Mom's wish to have no fuss at all! When I look at this photo, it is clear that Mom is gone - but I still feel her next to me, hear her voice (usually giving me some sage - but less than welcome advice). I miss her - terribly - and I know that I will do so for the rest of my life. But she was ready to go and she chose her end.
I, too, will choose the end of my time.
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