Wednesday, 25 April 2018


I have been home for my grandmother Kathleen's funeral. She had a full and long life, living from 1920-2018. Here she is in approximately 1942 with my grandfather Cyril (1913-1984).
This has been a full month and I find myself musing on both the passage of time and what it is to know someone, when often even knowing oneself is difficult. I cannot say I 'knew' my grandmother. I knew my side of her, but that was a minute portion of who she was.
Life steals us away from loves, relatives, children, friends as well as jobs, roles, duties, hobbies, and passions, each element is a part of the enigmatic puzzle of who we are. At the end of a long life, so much is lost, especially when we lose who we were because our decline erases our most treasured memories.


  1. Best wishes to you on the loss of your grandmother.

    I also want to thank you for your blog: what a joy it is to meet new (and some old) illustrators. This world needs more beauty and sharing, and your blog epitomizes that.

  2. Sending comfort and peace, Hazel.

  3. Sorry to hear about your grandmother. And i agree with Linda; the Hazel we 'know' is the one who brings joy to so many with these amazing blogs and her loving eye for all creatures great and small.