The lake at sunset
Photo
Barbara Muir © 2022
On November 6, (today) my mother is on my mind all day.
As I make plans for my son Sam's birthday, and
my husband Steven's birthday -- both tomorrow --
my mother is on my mind, and in my heart.
Today is her birthday. She died just before her
birthday in 2013 leaving a big hole in all of our lives.
My mother, Isabel, was a wonderful person -- brave,
kind, brilliant and generous.
She was dedicated to living a healthy life, and encouraging
her children to do the same.
by Christopher Muir
She died 13 years ago, on Thanksgiving Day. We
were in Ottawa where she lived, and were in the hospital
with her the night before she died.
"A month or so before she died, I sat with my mother,
who was totally blind, helping her fill out cheques to
organizations she believed in that protected the environment
-- wolves, whales, parkland. Those weren't her only passions
-- she gave to women's shelters, and sent money for hurricane
and famine victims. Small amounts of course -- but this mattered.
My mother was not wealthy, but she was frugal -- sewed her
own clothes until she couldn't, grew her own vegetables and
researched for bargains.
I love it because it shows her strength, her beauty, and the nature
she protected with letters, her voice on call-in radio on CBC, in protest
marches even when she had a serious chronic lung condition, and
with donations.
shone through with her was her love for her family, her intellect,
(she had a Masters in Bacteriology), and her concern about the future
of the planet."

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