Caregiver, Parent, Warden, Friend
You took on all of these roles with me over our lives, and she did so without hesitation and with great fervour, sometimes too much fervour, especially the warden role, when I was a rebellious teenage girl. I thank you for that, Mum.
You knew me when I didn't know myself and you did your best to share your wisdom with me; it didn't always work; I thought I knew it all and it wasn't until I grew up that I realized how very clever you really were.
But you had a wicked wit, a quick smile and were always ready to have a good time. Even in your younger years, when money was a luxury, you worked hard to create happiness out of nothing and took great pleasure in those little things, the mashed potato Christmas treats, the styrofoam decorations, the clothes made from drapery, the socks mended in the evening and the list goes on.
The best times were family times, either just with me downtown on a Saturday, or at Queens Quay in the summer, sometimes taking in a ball game and a cold beer. As we moved to Barrie, the happy days were mainly at our home, in the yard, with or without the kids; dressed up in your favourite style, always with matching jewellery, great dinners, silliness and sleepovers with everyone.
You taught us not to take ourselves seriously and to enjoy life, 2 key lessons for happiness in this thing called life. You died as you lived, with dignity, without suffering, and always, always a lady. Dad would have been proud.
Posted by Jane Pickering
Thursday January 19, 2017 at 9:13 pm