Tag Archives: Mother

Thoughts On Mothers’ Day

It’s not an official holiday, but today is indeed Mothers’ Day in both Canada and Germany. Elsewhere too I presume. For me, it is only the second May since my mother’s death, so the day stirs up conflicting emotions. Normally I would be calling my mother, given that she would have been in Canada and […]

2020 In Review – The Cycle of Life

I had intended to write quite a bit about my mother in 2020, as part of the grieving process, but it didn’t happen. There are still several half-finished posts I wrote in her hospital room that one day I will finish. We’re probably reaching the point now where I can write with a little less […]

The Comedian

On Tuesday I shared my brother’s reflections on my mother and her quest to find her place in this world. In case you missed it, at 81 she decided her calling was to be a comedian. I didn’t know that at the time – she didn’t mention it to me. If she had, I might […]

Grabbing Hold of Life

One year ago today, my mother died. I was with her as she passed through death into her new life. During her short illness I started a few posts about the experience, and have published a couple of them. I’m hoping to share the others when the emotions are a little less raw. Today though […]

The Cycle of Life

One year ago today my mother had her favorite pizza as her birthday meal. We had a family gathering in the palliative care unit of Ottawa’s Bruyère Hospital. We didn’t know it would be her last meal. We knew she wouldn’t be with us much longer, but her spirits were good and she loved the food. […]

Mother’s Day 2020

I’m not sure how I am feeling this morning. It is Mother’s Day, both in Canada and Germany. Much as I appreciate mothers, I’ve always thought of it as a semi-artificial holiday, designed mostly to sell flowers and cards. Not to mention boosting the restaurant industry. Not sure how many mothers are going to be […]

My Mother’s Pet Peeve

It is one of those days. I’m up to my ears in work, metaphorically speaking anyway, and don’t want to take the time to finish one of my half-written posts. But if I don’t have something in this space every day my mother thinks I have died. Such pressure. So today a rerun of post […]