A Tribute: My Mummy Died Twenty-Five Years Ago Today

It might seem embarrassing for a man to grieve his mother decades after her passing. But I feel anything but embarrassed. Instead, I take abiding pride in paying tribute to my Mummy.

What’s more, my 15 siblings share this sentiment, too. So, I offer this tribute on their behalf as well.

Olive Caroline Louise Hall continues to inspire. In death, as in life, she remains the driving force behind all I do, all I am, and all I will ever become.

She died twenty-four years ago,
Yet she lives, like the winds that blow.
She is the sunrise each new day,
She is the sunset’s soft display.

Like spring rain, she still nurtures me,
Like fall breeze, her spirit roams free.
She is the wave that greets the shore,
She is the voice that says “no more.”

Like stars, she still guides my feet,
Like the moon, her glow’s a treat.
My Mummy may be dead and gone,
But so much of her still lives on.

* I published the original version of this tribute in 2009.