The sunrise this morning was precious, the complicated cloud patterns making it even more so. A morning of reflection for me, today being Mums birthday. Born in Kigoma Tanzania in 1920, she met my dad in her teens and they fell in love, got married on the 15th of July 1936. In 1937 when Mum was 17 years old she gave birth to my oldest sister. In her 64 years of marriage, 63 years of motherhood and grand parenting, and countless years of community service, Mum stood steadfast in her faith, her principles and values. She embodied compassion, humility and generosity, she had strength that inspired. She was a giver. In her last days, my sister took her some dates, she put them away in her bedside drawer. When I visited she had this sparkle in her eyes and told me she had a surprise. She brought the dates out and said maja (happy)? She would pinch my cheek and say Mithu putar (sweet son). I would gently pinch both her cheeks, kiss her forehead and say Mithi mithi mummy. Thousands of these moments, treasured memories, ours to keep forever. Thanks Mum for all your love and all you taught us, it is the best gift of life.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 13:01:57 +0000
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