Missing my mother

 

Isabel Hope Muir

(My mother)

by my son Christopher Muir

Christopher Muir © 

(It took a lot of convincing to

get my mother to pose for

this shot. She did not

like to be photographed, or

to be the center of attention.

My image is a photo of the photo,

which is why there are reflections|
on it, from the glass.)

It’s been 13 years since my mother died on this day —
October 13. She is deeply missed. 

I’m not religious and neither was my mother, so I don’t think
there’s a heaven. But my mother’s love lives on in my heart,
and I still hear her voice encouraging me, reminding me to be kind,
advising me, and sometimes even laughing.

My mother lived on her own until the end of her life. She loved me,
Steven and my children.  In a former post I wrote this:

"I can’t help but think about my mother on Thanksgiving
weekend. She was the kind of person who was quintessentially
perfect for Thanksgiving. She made wonderful pumpkin pies,
sometimes she even made the ice cream.

My mom could probably cook and stuff a turkey for any
size crowd in her sleep. That doesn't mean she wouldn't
be nervous about every aspect of the meal, but she could
do it. She loved good china, and a table set with pretty
dishes and flowers.

But another reason that I'm thinking about her now is that
she died on Thanksgiving day thirteen years ago. And it feels
like she’s been gone a for very long time. 

I think of her on a gorgeous day like today. If she'd been
visiting we would have taken her out to our favourite park, and
she would’ve loved the high waves crashing against the shore."

Miss you Mommy.

Have a loving your life day!