From time to time one sees, posted by a friend, some photographic remembrance, honouring a mother or father, who looks beautiful or handsome, radiant, full of life. These caring remembrances bring to readers a sense of joy, a sense that all is right with the world. It’s comforting and respectful all at once. Similarly, from time to time one or the other of my daughters, still very much alive, calls home, just to chat. They both constitute a strong force for good in the world, which usually comes out in these conversations. Which of course engenders lasting emotions of love and joy. One can imagine Wendy McDiarmid together with her brothers, comfortable on the front porch in the Okanagan sunlight of space-time, munching sweet garden-fresh corn on the cob, reading this post from Susan, brimming with happiness at being so properly and elegantly honoured.
My sincere condolences to you and your family, Susan. Words are rarely enough in times like these, but you - as usual - have used them well. All the best.
Thank you, Sheila. I feel I have not done her justice, but I did my best. Rather horrified that I published it with a couple of typos. Substack emails are unforgiving about such things.
From time to time one sees, posted by a friend, some photographic remembrance, honouring a mother or father, who looks beautiful or handsome, radiant, full of life. These caring remembrances bring to readers a sense of joy, a sense that all is right with the world. It’s comforting and respectful all at once. Similarly, from time to time one or the other of my daughters, still very much alive, calls home, just to chat. They both constitute a strong force for good in the world, which usually comes out in these conversations. Which of course engenders lasting emotions of love and joy. One can imagine Wendy McDiarmid together with her brothers, comfortable on the front porch in the Okanagan sunlight of space-time, munching sweet garden-fresh corn on the cob, reading this post from Susan, brimming with happiness at being so properly and elegantly honoured.
Thank you, Al.
What a lovely homage to your Mom, Susan.
My sincere condolences to you and your family, Susan. Words are rarely enough in times like these, but you - as usual - have used them well. All the best.
Thank you, Mark. Life feels very different without our mother buzzing around, tending to everyone and everything.
A beautiful tribute to a life well lived and wonderful example of appreciating the people and places surrounding you. Best to you and you family.
Thank you, Sheila. I feel I have not done her justice, but I did my best. Rather horrified that I published it with a couple of typos. Substack emails are unforgiving about such things.
Xo