(Last Updated On: March 15, 2019)
On her birthday and on the approach of the third anniversary of my mother’s passing, I pondered about whether to write a tribute to her in this forum or to keep it to myself. Well, now you know what I’ve decided, here goes… there’s so much I could write.
I know there are many moms out there but I can only speak for one. I salute all mothers. I don’t want to come across as selfish. Anyway, this is my tribute to all mothers, and my own – a true “better human being.”
Sacrifices Beyond Measure
My mother was the epitome of selflessness. A woman dedicated to helping others even to the point of great personal sacrifice. Across the breadth of the country she visited family, the incapacitated young and the old, shut-ins, the sick and members of churches who were unable to commute. Wherever there was a need she would be the one to fill the void. Her unparalleled compassion mirrored that of her Lord Jesus Christ. She was loved by many and her life was a remarkable inspiration to all.
Her personal philosophy was that all should come together to help those who were in need. This she would fervently articulate whenever she became aware of a need and she thought that no one cared to help. Any hint of disagreement with her reasoning concerning this irritated her immensely.
Many would often remark on seeing her everywhere and carrying quite a bit of load. What many didn’t know was that “load” contained household items which she would use to give aid to those she was visiting. There were also bags of groceries to distribute, seeds and plants for the garden and clothes for some.
She Put Everyone Before Herself
Even in the face of possible danger, a vagrant or a mentally unstable person would benefit from money, a meal or advice. Any warning to her about her safety was ignored. Helping was just in her nature no matter the sacrifice. Yes, she was stubborn, but she meant well.
Though sometimes her compassion would be taken advantage of, she never changed her personal stance on providing some kind of solution to any need she had become aware of. What we learned soon enough was never to leave any utility bills or mention anything that was needed in her presence; though she would go into observation mode on arrival and become the bionic woman.
We would whisper things among ourselves we didn’t want her to hear, but to our surprise, with her super hearing, she would recite everything we said to our amazement, saying “You all think I can’t hear you?” This would sometimes result in a call (from a store) the following day to come and collect some item she bought.
Whenever we became aware of a visit from her, we would call ahead to warn the children to wash the dishes, take out the garbage etc. Failing this, she would hasten to undertake these chores as soon as she landed.
She Bought My First Musical Instrument
Since I was raised by my dad, there were times when I didn’t see her for quite a while. I remember back in primary and secondary school, she would just appear at the school to check on how I was doing. Those were very fond moments. When she became aware of my musical abilities, she sacrificed and bought me my first musical instrument – a guitar. She was that in touch despite the separation. Listen to this song below
I wrote and performed some years ago. I dedicate it to her.
Her Sudden Illness
The unusual origin of Mummy’s type of illness confounded the doctors, but she was brave in spite of her pain, tests and numerous visits to the doctor.
Her illness brought the family together as we would look forward to bonding in her presence and attend to her every need. We enjoyed going to the doctor together and we surprised many a doctor when we all squeezed into their offices to hear the latest news.
We also enjoyed being at her beck and call. In a childlike manner, she reached out both arms to us for help to shift her position or for
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Her Last Day on Earth
On the morning of her death in the midst of great pain, she sang her favorite songs, recited psalm 23 and thanked those present for coming to visit her. It was significant in that she hugged or held persons with both hands and said “Thanks for coming…hear?” Around 10:20 that same morning, Mummy would hold me with both hands and say “David…your mother is gone, David, your mother is gone.” Holding both hands was significant to her as she firmly requested, “Hold the other one.”
The service mummy wanted to attend for the final time on Sunday, December 6, 2015, didn’t materialize. However, she had her final service in the presence of family and friends anyway, that morning of Dec. 4th. There is no grief like this…For those of you with mums still alive. Treat her like royalty every moment you can…and then do it some more. Tell her how much you love and appreciate her. Bless her in any way humanly possible. She deserves it. Click To Tweet
To you, great fathers out there, don’t feel left out. She could not have been a mother without you. Thank you for choosing, caring and being with mom all this time. We love you too!
There are so many things I would like to say about her but I’m sure you have heard enough and are thinking about your own mother. Please share in the comments below something about your mom. We would love to hear.
For those of us who have lost a mother, let us treat others the way we wished we could treat her now. Let’s continue to impact our generation by living out her legacy.
Do it now!
Dedicated to Stephen, Mark & Sonia