Dedicated to the memory of Mary Rose Parsons

This site is a tribute to Mary Parsons. She is much loved and will always be remembered.

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2 years since we lost you and miss you more than ever. I wish you had a chance to meet your beautiful great granddaughter Bonnie. She would light up your world. Mum you are the bravest, most courageous woman I’ve ever met and you will always be my hero. Love you always xx
Lisa xx
16th July 2024
A few people told me they resonated with this so I thought I would add it here xx The day my mother died I wrote in my journal, "A serious misfortune of my life has arrived." I suffered for more than one year after the passing away of my mother. But one night, in the highlands of Vietnam, I was sleeping in the hut in my hermitage. I dreamed of my mother. I saw myself sitting with her, and we were having a wonderful talk. She looked young and beautiful, her hair flowing down. It was so pleasant to sit there and talk to her as if she had never died. When I woke up it was about two in the morning, and I felt very strongly that I had never lost my mother. The impression that my mother was still with me was very clear. I understood then that the idea of having lost my mother was just an idea. It was obvious in that moment that my mother is always alive in me. I opened the door and went outside. The entire hillside was bathed in moonlight. It was a hill covered with tea plants, and my hut was set behind the temple halfway up. Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me. She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet... wonderful! Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. Those feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil. From that moment on, the idea that I had lost my mother no longer existed. All I had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time. from No Death, No Fear by Thích Nhát Hanh
Claire
6th August 2022
Thank you for choosing to have your Tribute to Mary Rose in support of Hospiscare. With our thoughts and best wishes from all at Hospiscare
Susie Friends and Family Officer Hospiscare
2nd August 2022
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