Wow! What a touching tribute to your beloved mom! She is lovely! I can relate to those years, growing up in Vancouver. What a generation! What an era! Love your substance! Vivent les Canadiens forts, unis et souverains!
I love the way you described your mother. It’s easy to tell how you feel about her.
Sadly, I lost my mum (by her own hand) when I was only 19. The last memory I have with her was my 19th birthday. That was when I became old enough to drink, legally! Mum and I went to a restaurant for what turned out to be our last meal together as mother and son.
Sure I have a lot of happy memories of her but I keep them to myself. It’s been 47 years that she left us but I will never stop thinking about her. If she was still with us today, she would have been celebrating her 92nd birthday.
I wrote this little poem last year during the Christmas holidays. I am 64 years old. My mom died when I was 20. I was far too young for her to leave us, but our memories were good ones. It's a simple little poem but my heart delights in it, and I hope my mom's heart does too.
Thankyou for your story about your wonderful relationship with your mom. I have a great relationship with my adult son too, so from where I sit, both of our families are very blessed.
You paint a vivid picture of your Mom Charlie, full of colour and texture. My Mom is 88 and still ticking, as she says. She was an only child and when she was 7, her father went away to WWII (bomber pilot with the RCAF) and was gone for many years. My Mom had to mother her alcoholic mother during these years, and maybe that was what prevented her from being a spoiled only child. My Mom raised five children while working full time as an RN, with little help from my Dad. She is responsible for instilling great Canadian values in me and my siblings - treating others how you want to be treated, sharing what you have with others, even if you only have a little, and working hard to make your own life and the life of others around you better. My Mom is my best friend.
Love this tribute to your Mother. She sounds like a wonderful person as you are and am sure you have inherited her dedication and tenacity. Keep up the good work.
My British mum married my dad in September 1943 and came to Canada in 1946. She moved from the largest city in the world to a small rural community in New Brunswick. Talk about a culture shock. She raised my 2 older siblings and me with love, the British dry sense of humour, played classical and show tunes, and was behind us every step of the way. My first husband died when I was 29 with 3 small children. (Ages 7, 5, and 2 months) Without my parents , I don't know how I would have made it as well as I did. Mom was my rock as I floundered through life. After dad died, she went on to build her new life. She just celebrated her 100th birthday and is in a nursing home. Dementia has stolen her from me and I miss her so much. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.
Wow! What a touching tribute to your beloved mom! She is lovely! I can relate to those years, growing up in Vancouver. What a generation! What an era! Love your substance! Vivent les Canadiens forts, unis et souverains!
I love the way you described your mother. It’s easy to tell how you feel about her.
Sadly, I lost my mum (by her own hand) when I was only 19. The last memory I have with her was my 19th birthday. That was when I became old enough to drink, legally! Mum and I went to a restaurant for what turned out to be our last meal together as mother and son.
Sure I have a lot of happy memories of her but I keep them to myself. It’s been 47 years that she left us but I will never stop thinking about her. If she was still with us today, she would have been celebrating her 92nd birthday.
Bless you all! X
Your comment of your "older sister was the perpetual summer storm blowing through the house" made me smile.❤️
Such a lovely tribute, Charlie. She must be so very proud of you & your Resistance Tour.
Your mother is a great woman. She brought up a great son. Keep the faith. Elbows up!
I wrote this little poem last year during the Christmas holidays. I am 64 years old. My mom died when I was 20. I was far too young for her to leave us, but our memories were good ones. It's a simple little poem but my heart delights in it, and I hope my mom's heart does too.
In the Stars so Bright, 12/24/24
I never miss my mommy more
Than when Christmas is knocking at my door
Her voice I hear in every song
Her love I feel all season long
Department stores with decorations
Santa at the North Pole station
Tea we’d share in the dining hall
Those times I’ll remember most of all
My mom delighted on the days
When we would stop and play and play
Two kids with hearts so young and bright
Excited for that special night
We’d wake up on that Christmas day
The joy we’d share would always stay
In out hearts for many years
Remembered even now through tears
I wish I could just let you know
The love you shared with me is so…
So real to me still on this night
I feel your love in the stars so bright
Thankyou for your story about your wonderful relationship with your mom. I have a great relationship with my adult son too, so from where I sit, both of our families are very blessed.
You paint a vivid picture of your Mom Charlie, full of colour and texture. My Mom is 88 and still ticking, as she says. She was an only child and when she was 7, her father went away to WWII (bomber pilot with the RCAF) and was gone for many years. My Mom had to mother her alcoholic mother during these years, and maybe that was what prevented her from being a spoiled only child. My Mom raised five children while working full time as an RN, with little help from my Dad. She is responsible for instilling great Canadian values in me and my siblings - treating others how you want to be treated, sharing what you have with others, even if you only have a little, and working hard to make your own life and the life of others around you better. My Mom is my best friend.
What a lovely Mothers’ Day tribute ❤️
Your mom is Punk AF! No wonder it seems the apple didn’t fall far from the tree! Your mom is the mom I continue to aspire to be.
I keep telling my 91 year old mom I want to grow up to be like her. She's still gardening on the home quarter, with dad. I'm thankful every day.
Happy mothers day to your mum, Charlie, you've Inherited her "fire". ELBOWS UP! 💪🇨🇦
Great tribute - and seeing all you do, it's clear she did a great job!
Love this tribute to your Mother. She sounds like a wonderful person as you are and am sure you have inherited her dedication and tenacity. Keep up the good work.
That's lovely, Charlie.
My British mum married my dad in September 1943 and came to Canada in 1946. She moved from the largest city in the world to a small rural community in New Brunswick. Talk about a culture shock. She raised my 2 older siblings and me with love, the British dry sense of humour, played classical and show tunes, and was behind us every step of the way. My first husband died when I was 29 with 3 small children. (Ages 7, 5, and 2 months) Without my parents , I don't know how I would have made it as well as I did. Mom was my rock as I floundered through life. After dad died, she went on to build her new life. She just celebrated her 100th birthday and is in a nursing home. Dementia has stolen her from me and I miss her so much. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.