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| Mary Frances, wearing a splash of red, on her 90th birthday. |
This past Tuesday, June 21st, was the day of the Summer Solstice. In the northern hemisphere, it is the longest day, the day of more life-giving light than any other time of the year.
It was also the day that my mother passed away.
Mary Frances, was an extraordinary woman whose life reflected gentleness, generosity, and remarkable strength. The warmth of her ever-present smile and the sparkle in her eyes was her trademark. Although she had not been well for some time, I believe that she chose her day, of that I am sure. When she took her last breath, surrounded and embraced by the love of a close friend, we were 7000 kilometres away, on the other side of the world. My mum never wanted to be a bother, to anyone. She never was. The fact is, it was always a privilege to be in her presence. We had spent a part of most days with my mum for many years - because we wanted to - but at the moment of her transition from this world to the next, we were not there.
It was just like her. Rather than have us around fussing, it would have been her wish that we be somewhere else - preferably outside, somewhere beautiful, breathing fresh and pristine air, being thankful for life...with all its challenges, valleys, and peaks.
When we received the news, there were tears, even though she had lived a full life of 93 years - with a good many outstanding outdoor adventures of her own with my dad! We needed to do, therefore, what she would expect us to do. We hiked back up into the solitude of the Scottish glens. It was there, in the midst of the pouring rain, the wind, and the swirling mist that we felt her spirit embrace us with warmth and love - and that brought a smile to our faces, in the midst of the sadness we felt. We knew, as clearly did she, that this was where she would expect us to be.
As for the "red". I can't tell you how many times my dear mum would tell me that if I wanted photographs to amount to anything at all, someone should wear some red. :) Well, I figure she's probably right.
Your spirit of generosity and love will remain with us forever, mum.
And we know that the adventure continues...love, peace, and happiness, now and always. As a special friend said, "She flies on."
With deepest affection for a special mother,
Duncan and Joan.
It was also the day that my mother passed away.
Mary Frances, was an extraordinary woman whose life reflected gentleness, generosity, and remarkable strength. The warmth of her ever-present smile and the sparkle in her eyes was her trademark. Although she had not been well for some time, I believe that she chose her day, of that I am sure. When she took her last breath, surrounded and embraced by the love of a close friend, we were 7000 kilometres away, on the other side of the world. My mum never wanted to be a bother, to anyone. She never was. The fact is, it was always a privilege to be in her presence. We had spent a part of most days with my mum for many years - because we wanted to - but at the moment of her transition from this world to the next, we were not there.
It was just like her. Rather than have us around fussing, it would have been her wish that we be somewhere else - preferably outside, somewhere beautiful, breathing fresh and pristine air, being thankful for life...with all its challenges, valleys, and peaks.
When we received the news, there were tears, even though she had lived a full life of 93 years - with a good many outstanding outdoor adventures of her own with my dad! We needed to do, therefore, what she would expect us to do. We hiked back up into the solitude of the Scottish glens. It was there, in the midst of the pouring rain, the wind, and the swirling mist that we felt her spirit embrace us with warmth and love - and that brought a smile to our faces, in the midst of the sadness we felt. We knew, as clearly did she, that this was where she would expect us to be.
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| Back up in the heather in Angus, Scotland, Summer Solstice 2011...with a "splash" of red. |
Your spirit of generosity and love will remain with us forever, mum.
And we know that the adventure continues...love, peace, and happiness, now and always. As a special friend said, "She flies on."
With deepest affection for a special mother,
Duncan and Joan.
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