Lift Me Up (Hold Me Up)

When parents are gone it can be the case that a lot of “What If’s?” remain.

That was certainly true in my case. I don’t think I ever really knew my mum and dad. But mostly, as is often and understandably the case with children (including adult ones) my focus was generally more on the fact that they didn’t know me.

None of this is an open wound for me, and hasn’t been for a long time. I made peace with it all well before they died. Albeit, regrets do occasionally surface.

It is, and was, what it is, and was. As they say.

Lift Me Up (Hold Me Up) was written as a response to my mum’s long period at the end with dementia. For many years she didn’t seem to recognise us, let alone “know” us. It was incredibly sad to see, and most of the grieving happened, as people who have had this experience will know, well before she died.

We all need to be held up at some point in our lives. Hopefully we have someone to do that for us. I wish that for you.