My mother’s favorite color was purple. She had a beautiful purple felt hat; I loved her in it. She had the most magnetic smile, and despite her sad and heavy heart, she smiled a lot, right to the end.
My mother was a kind-hearted, gentle person. I don’t think she ever really understood why or how can someone be so mean to her. She was not a revengeful person and I don’t believe she felt any real animosity towards anyone, just hurt. I wish I could have protect her more than I did. I have been told she should have protected me. I must come to her defense because she does not deserve judgement, she deserves forgiveness, compassion and love. We all do better when we know better.
I loved her and feel a great deal of pride in our ability to move beyond anger and blame into the fullness of a mother daughter relationship.
I love you mum.