My mother was a remarkable woman.
Back in North-West London (Preston Road, Wembley) my two sisters, Elizabeth and Eleanor, are today hosting a party to celebrate my mother’s life. Many family members and friends will be at the house.
My contribution was to record a eulogy that I will broadcast to everyone using a ‘FaceTime’ link between here and Alex’s tablet that he will have with him at the party.
I wanted to share that eulogy with all you good people.
Just like that!
How is it that I am sitting at a computer keyboard writing these words in this my seventy-second year of my life!
Where did it all go?
What did I learn?
But this is what I do know.
That it is only as we get into our ‘senior’ years that we can start to put our lives into some form of perspective.
When I look back at my life I can see many things that, in hindsight, I didn’t handle all that well. Yet that same backward gaze also reveals many things that I would never have changed.
That is the person that I am.
Or to put it in a more introspective way, that is the person that I was brought up to be. For each and every one of us rises to adulthood wearing a rather colourful psychological overcoat. Our life’s journey hopefully offers us the opportunity to undo our overcoat from time to time and take note of the shape and style of our underclothes.
That is the true legacy of my father, of my step-father and, most importantly, of my mother.
I was very privileged to have them as my guardians and parents.
Mum and Jeannie – photo taken 31st July, 2014 here in Oregon.