My mother passed away after a prolonged illness in the summer of 2012. Having left the family home I was once familiar with, as an adolescent long before, I became distanced from the daily routines of my parents and the home in which they spent their final years of marriage together. What had however always been apparent was the prevalence of my mother's taste on these surroundings. This for me had been a comfortable reminder of home, recalling the contentment's of childhood. My father, who now lives alone, has had to come to terms with how much of his wife's latent presence to keep and what - if any -character of his own he could place on this space.
Although I feel that this is a somewhat Perfunctory process, It is also one which, I feel, gives a certain amount of comfort to my father in knowing he is able to carry on living his life without the woman he loves.In making this book, I wished to reconcile my feelings for my mother alongside the changes my father sensed he would have to make to the familial home in recognising what he needed to keep and what he could safely discard.