Isabel Muir
by Christopher Muir
by Christopher Muir
Christopher Muir @ 2007
My mother died 11 years ago on this date. It was Thanksgiving Day. We were
in Ottawa where she lived, and were in the hospital with her the night before
she died. Our family who were in the city, had lunch together, then we drove
home to Toronto for another Thanksgiving dinner. All in her honour.
in Ottawa where she lived, and were in the hospital with her the night before
she died. Our family who were in the city, had lunch together, then we drove
home to Toronto for another Thanksgiving dinner. All in her honour.
The beautiful portrait photo I'm showing you is by my son, Christopher.
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.
Here's what I wrote about her in a former tribute:
"A couple of weeks 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, money
for hurricane and famine victims. Small amounts to be sure -- but this mattered.
She was a good, kind and supportive mother. Sure she could be
critical, but in small ways that didn't matter at all. Because what
shone through with her was her love for her family, her intellect,
(she had a Masters in Bacteriology), her concern about the future of
the planet."
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.
Here's what I wrote about her in a former tribute:
"A couple of weeks 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, money
for hurricane and famine victims. Small amounts to be sure -- but this mattered.
She was a good, kind and supportive mother. Sure she could be
critical, but in small ways that didn't matter at all. Because what
shone through with her was her love for her family, her intellect,
(she had a Masters in Bacteriology), her concern about the future of
the planet."
We miss you Mommy. You made the best Thanksgiving dinner.
Have a loving your life day.
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