Isabel 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 didn't
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.)
My mother is dead, and I miss her
every day.
every day.
This is my mother's birthday. I don't believe in heaven, and neither
did she, but she does live on profoundly in our hearts.
did she, but she does live on profoundly in our hearts.
My mother was a gorgeous beauty -- never aware or confident
of that for reasons I will never understand. Because today would have been
her birthday if she were alive to see it, and I've thought about her
all day.
of that for reasons I will never understand. Because today would have been
her birthday if she were alive to see it, and I've thought about her
all day.
My mother was brave, resilient and always looked for joy in small
things. Even blind, with a serious lung disease she asked me to
help her fill out cheques to dozens of charities. Not large amounts,
but the thought of helping people was uppermost on her to do
list. I miss her every day, but especially today. She would have been
saddened indeed by today's news, but as always she would have
risen above, and gone on to keep contributing to people's happiness
in the world, any way she could.
things. Even blind, with a serious lung disease she asked me to
help her fill out cheques to dozens of charities. Not large amounts,
but the thought of helping people was uppermost on her to do
list. I miss her every day, but especially today. She would have been
saddened indeed by today's news, but as always she would have
risen above, and gone on to keep contributing to people's happiness
in the world, any way she could.
Have a loving your life day!
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