Have a little bowl of that early spring rhubarb and celebrate the perennial return of new life. Your Mom's life accomplishments and lovely spirit will be with you forever. Blend them into what you leave for your loved ones. (Indulge in a little heavy cream poured on top!!!)

I wonder if your Mum could have manged scissors to cut the rhubarb - that's how I cut mine. Thanks for sharing :-)

Nice story. I go through this dilemma daily with my dad. He still wants to be useful but even the simplest tasks present such challenges..its really very sad.

By the way..i love rhubarb...

Beautifully written!