12 April 1919 – 10 March 2010
I don’t know if there is a heaven but I do believe that the spirit or soul lives on in the memories of people whose lives were touched in some way. My mother passed away a year ago and hardly a day goes by when I don’t think of the ways in which she taught me to have confidence, self-esteem and self-respect. Her accounts of her childhood and journey to who she became fill me with admiration and I know my own children, listening her stories and spending time with her, respected and loved her too.
I hope to write more about Joan, and her mother, Maud, so that their stories and their spirits live on for our family and others. Everybody’s mother is special but the courage and dignity and determination with which Joan faced life are inspirational.
I shall mark today by going to the hairdresser because Joan took great pride in her appearance, and by driving round Wellington Harbour because she believed it to be the most beautiful place in the world.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose.