Our Beautiful Mum

Mum - 1948 I am reeling. I never really believed it would happen to me. But it did. I am now an orphan.

Not long ago, frail and declining, Mum slipped away quietly in her sleep. Of course, I cherish all the times I spent with her - there are countless happy memories - but particularly cherish the ten days I spent with her last summer, visiting her in her little assisted living apartment, chatting and laughing about everything and nothing at all. Even though her memory was failing, she was still able to hold onto the thread of a conversation.

And when I got home, we had the phone. And we spoke on the phone often. She always knew who I was when I called and always welcomed the call. One of the last conversations with her was a merry one. I have no recollection what we talked about but I do recall that we were laughing. A lot. And Mum said, "We laugh a lot, don't we? Isn't it wonderful?"

But in the last few weeks, it was increasingly difficult for Mum to even hold onto a thread. My last view of her was via Skype, with the help of my sister. Mum peered at the screen, struggling to understand who I was. My sister coached her gently. And then I asked if I could play for her.

I got out my viola and played some of the solo Reger I have been working on. And suddenly, open-mouthed, Mum's face was wreathed in a wide smile the whole time I was playing.

Reflecting on Mum's long life and all the times that I shared it with her, happy moments flash by.

And what do I come away with? I was remiss; I neglected to thank Mum out loud for never choosing favourites with the four of us, striving to find the positives in times of stress, and never, ever, settling for the ordinary.

Friday, 10 March 2017: Margaret A Morris (nee Campbell), died peacefully in her sleep very early in the morning. She is predeceased by her beloved husband of over 60 years, and survived by her equally beloved 4 daughters & 4 sons-in-law, and just as equally beloved 3 grandchildren & 1 granddaughter-in-law as well as 2 equally beloved great grandchildren.

Mum, 1924-2017

Mum - 2007

I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end He will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God;
I myself will see Him with my own eyes - I and not another.

(Job 19:25-27)

© ejm 2017

Mum, 1924-2017 Margaret Ann was born in Winnipeg. She was a twin to her beloved brother, James Duncan (Duncan), who was killed on 9 February 1945 while serving in Britain as an RCAF Pilot Officer during WWII. Margaret married Lawrence Ralph Morris (Ralph), a civil engineer and bridge designer with Canadian National Railways (CNR), in Winnipeg in 1949. Margaret and Ralph's four daughters are Catherine (married to Paul), Barbara (married to Mats), Elizabeth (married to Totton), and Patricia (married to Keith). In 1961 Margaret and Ralph were transferred to Edmonton with their daughters. Margaret served for a number of years in leadership of the Auxiliary of the Edmonton Symphony Society. She and Ralph were active in St. John the Evangelist Anglican Church and in support committees for Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF), Overseas Missionary Fellowship (OMF), and Sharing of Ministries Abroad. Margaret grew to share Ralph's love of old wooden trestle bridges, such as the Kinsol Trestle on Vancouver Island which they visited regularly. Margaret's three grandchildren are Andrew S (married to Sarah), Elizabeth S, and Mathew B. Her two great-grandchildren are Duncan S born in 2012, and Fiona S born in 2015. Margaret's beloved Ralph died in Edmonton in 2011 after more than six decades of marriage. She moved to Victoria that year and resided in the Cridge Centre for the Family until shortly before she died.

To Margaret: A Remembrance (TPH); The Christmas Pudding; Dad; Remembrances of Margaret and Ralph
To In Search of Dried Tarragon (memories of Sunset Books' Dinner Party Cookbook);
Tea as it should be; 5 Childhood Food Memories; Two Kinds of Cherry Snowballs; Flaky Pastry
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