This Sunday, 30th June, would have been my mum’s 77th
birthday.
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Most people will tell you how wonderful their mother is; the
positive effect that she had on their lives and the love they receive from her.
I am no exception but it wasn’t just my brother, sister and I who thought she
was amazing; no one had a bad word to say about her. My mum was a warm, giving,
kind and understanding person who welcomed everyone into our home. There was
always cake and biscuits in the cupboard, just in case someone might visit. She
loved to banter with our friends, the cheekier they were the more she liked
them.
She loved to laugh, sometimes to the point it was injurious
to her health. One New Year, just after Calum was born, the family gathered at
Mum and Dad’s house. We decided to mark the moment with a photograph of
everyone using the timer function on the camera. The first couple of attempts
didn’t go too well as I couldn’t get into position before the shutter clicked.
Mum began to laugh and with every subsequent attempt she was laughing so hard
that her eyes were closed and we had to try again. Her laugh was infectious and
before long we were all giggling. Mum laughed so hard and so long it brought on
an Asthma attack and we needed to give her inhalers in between the guffaws. We
never did get the perfect picture.
As I mentioned she was a very friendly person, at least until
her brood were threatened in any way, then she was a tiger. One Saturday, when
I was seventeen, I had arranged to meet her to help her with the shopping. I
was sitting outside the shop when two men approached me. They were police
officers and I was taken across the street to the local station. They proceeded
to question me about a mugging that had taken place the previous afternoon as I
was wearing a similar jacket to the suspect. I knew I had done nothing wrong
and as I had been sitting in school at the time of the crime with the Deputy
Head Teacher, the Principal Guidance Teacher and the Head of Drama, I knew I
had a pretty strong alibi. The cops soon realised that they had made a mistake
and I was set free without an apology. By this time I was late for my meeting
with Mum and she was worried. (These were the ancient days before mobile
phones.) When she discovered what had happened, it was all I could do to stop
her crossing the road and giving every police officer in that station a piece
of her mind. She was so angry that she might have ended up in jail herself.
A speeding driver killed mum outside her house on 11th
November 1995 when she was just 59 years old. It happened eleven months after
the birth of her first grandchild Calum and six weeks after the birth of my
niece Morven. She didn’t ever see my daughter Kirsten or my two other nieces
Isla and Emma. The hardest thing to accept about her death is that the kids
didn’t get a chance to know a grannie who would have doted on each of them,
probably taking their side in every debate with their parents and spoiling them
rotten.
After she was killed, we had five years of legal wrangling
that meant it was difficult to put her death from our minds and celebrate her
life.
But this Sunday I will celebrate that wonderful life of
love, kindness and warmth. I will remember her laugh, her support and
encouragement. Happy Birthday, Mum. x
