My Mum

I hope to write much more about my Mum, stories like this one:

* Shrimp Boats

Here is a photo page dedicated to her.

But during her last couple of years with us here on this planet, I would write her letters.

The day she died, I was awaiting to hear news of how she was doing from my brother and his wife. And I wrote her what turned out to be my last letter.

What was a truly wonderful gift from God is that she was able to receive it. The HOW of this is quite simple.

My brother, John, and I have exchanged letters with each other for over 10 years now, and back in 2017 when my mother passed away, John and I had taken to sending each other voice notes.

After I wrote the letter, I made a voice note recording of it; he and his wife, Wendy, played it for her. Although she was not awake, they said she stirred while it was playing. I am convinced that she heard it, and shortly after that, she slipped away.

Here it is: <That Last Letter>