This time my trip to Hong Kong I was with design manager Jenny and product manager Stella along with our Managing Director David
On this trip, due to the flights, we actually arrived in HK on the Saturday which meant we had Sunday to do some sight seeing...
We went to a recently opened mountain top retreat (and for the life in me I cannot remember it's name) but it was beautiful..
The humidity was unbelievable and with this experience being new there were so many people ahead of us queuing - but being "typical" Brits we queued patiently. Finally after about a 2hr wait we were able to start the sight seeing
We had to get a cable car up to the top of the mountain which gave us some amazing views over HK
As we cleared on smaller peak we saw where we were heading as the rather large Buddha kind of gave it away!
Below are some photo's taken on the day
Whilst it was a truly lovely day and experience, we all admitted that we were all really looking forward to what the evening held in store for us..we had been invited to the Hong Kong Jockey Club by Mr Lau (who had taken us to the China Club previously) we were told we had to dress up for the evening..
We were picked up by Mr Lau's chauffeur and taken to the club...we were taken into the cocktail bar where there was a pianist and singer to entertain us (we were the only ones there at that time)
Being in a cocktail bar the only drink I could think to have was a Vodka Martini...and it was so nice!
The menus were brought to us, David asked Mr Lau if he had any recommendations and Mr Lau suggested the steaks as they were prized Kobe Beef steaks...along with a few others I chose this.
This was the most amazing steak I had ever eaten, and I guess it should be as one steak cost £40!!!!
I couldn't wait to tell my Mum (who was a cook) about the steak, she would be so jealous!
We enjoyed a lovely time at the Hong Kong Jockey Club in the company of Mr Lau, and afterwards his chauffeur dropped us back off in the city and we enjoyed a few drinks in some clubs..
Back at the hotel I had just got into bed and switched the light off when my mobile started ringing - it was Paul, my uncle (he says he is too young to be called Uncle)we exchanged pleasantries and then he just said...
"I don't know how to tell you...your Mum has died..."
I think I screamed, I think I shouted NO and I remember Paul crying down the phone to me saying how much he just wanted to hold me tight and make the hurt go away...
As I tried to compose myself and take in the devastating news the reality of me being at the other side of the world suddenly hit me...I needed to get home, and I needed to get home NOW
Just to put you in the picture my Mum had been diagnosed with Liver Cancer in the June and had been having chemo... this had really taken its toll on her and she really had been suffering..and then at her last hospital visit she had been told it had spread into her lungs.
We knew this was serious, but at no point was she ever told that this was terminal and having beaten Breast Cancer 10years prior she was determined to do this again.
She was adamant that I went to HK and now I look back on the last time I saw her, she was in bed and we had a lovely hour together, and the last thing I did for her was put a hot water bottle against her back for her...at that time little did i realise how special that memory would come to be to me
Back to HK I phoned David, I remember apologising to him for waking him and saying im sorry David but I need to get home...my Mum has died
Obviously David was very shocked by this news and offered me all his sympathy and he would start making phone calls
Everyone at the company knew my Mum as she did all the buffets/catering for the company meetings/launches etc (everyone loved her quiche!) and so it made the whole thing a little more personal to everyone
David called Jenny who came down to my room to sit with me, and kept topping my glass up with everything and anything she could from the mini bar
I had spoken to my Dad (my Dad and Mum split up when I was 13 - and I chose to live with my Dad so we were very close) I had cried my heart out down the phone line to him, I was feeling so guilty for not being there and for having been out having the time of my life whilst Mum was dying in hospital..
Within an hour David had arranged, via Hallmark's CEO's personal assistant, a flight for me at 10am - a car would pick me up from reception at 6am and take me to the airport. I had to fly to Amsterdam and from there onto Manchester.
David met me in reception before I left, I felt so sorry for him and Jenny who had both been up all night now and had a long journey into China ahead of them.
When I got to the airport I picked up my ticket with a message from the CEO's assistant telling me I was being flown home first class, and that she had got me a window seat so that I could have as much privacy as possible.
As I bordered the plane the stewardess checked my ticket and pointed me towards to staircase - I was going to be in the upstairs part of the Jumbo Jet. This is where I found out how the other half lived!
As I sat down in my HUGE leather seat the stewardess passed me a glass of champagne..I raised my glass to my Mum and my journey home began...
The flight was amazing, I just wish I had been able to appreciate it more at the time...5* treatment, a constant stream of beautiful meals and drinks and no one sat next to me, so I could just turn away and stare out of the window and grieve
From leaving the hotel to arriving at Manchester it took me 20hours to get home..20 long and torturous hours...but finally I was being hugged and held by my Dad.
Once home Paul arrived to see me and gave me the hug he had wanted to give me when he broke the news to me on the phone, and he filled me in on what had happened.
Mum had been taken into hospital as she was struggling to breathe...Barry, her husband had been with her and had, on the suggestion of the ward sister, gone home for a break and chance to freshen up. No sooner had he got home (about 8 miles away) the hospital were calling him to tell him to get back asap.
By chance Paul and his wife Alison were already on their way to visit Mum and as they sat at her bed Paul held her hand and said.. "I'm here Kid" and with that she died. I strongly believe she held on just long enough to have someone with her..
Just a few minutes later Barry arrived, but it was too late - she had gone.
The next few days went by in a blur, I had to visit my Nan (Mum's Mum) who was at that time 88years old (she is 93 next week!!)Like us all she was totally devastated, no parent should outlive their child, it was so painful to see her getting upset.
A few days later it was her funeral, it was the day I was dreading, but also one I knew I had to get though to allow me to start moving forward.
I kept having my teary moments whilst in the car following the hearse
I remember walking up the path to the church and then I can't really remember much of the service...but do remember being the one to walk out of the church directly behind my Mum's coffin and letting out an audible gasp of sorrow and seeing so many people in the pews with tears in their eyes.
As everyone gathered outside the church to pass on their condolences to all the family I remember my Dad hugging me and holding me tight - and we both sobbed together...
We went from the church to the crematorium and as as we stood outside the crematorium I remember smiling for the first time that day as I heard the song that was playing..it was one I had chosen - It was Meatloaf, Bat Out of Hell..for most people they would be thinking what a bizarre choice and not the kind of music Mum would have liked, but I knew different. Mum used to play Bat out of hell as loud as she could whilst she did her ironing, and I knew as she looked down on us she would be laughing and smiling with me...
There isn't a day goes by that I don't think of my Mum and hate the fact she is no longer here...she was only 56 when she died - I was 32. Today as I look back I am able to now see I had 32 wonderful years with my Mum and whilst it would have been so nice to have had more time with her, I am so grateful for all those precious years... Love you Mum..xxx









