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

It might be embarrassing for a man to be grieving the loss of his mother decades after her death. Yet, I am far from being embarrassed. I take abiding pride in paying tribute to my Mummy.

What’s more, my 15 siblings share this sentiment. Thus, I pay this loving tribute on their behalf as well.

Olive Caroline Louise Hall continues to inspire. In death, as in life, she remains the primary motivation for all I do, all I am, and all I will ever be.

She died twenty-four years ago,
Yet she lives like the winds that blow.

She is the sunrise that begins each new day,
She is the sunset that takes one’s breath away.

Like spring rain, she still nurtures me,
Like fall breeze, her spirit roams free.

She is the soothing wave that comes ashore,
She is the scolding voice that says, ‘no more!’

Like the stars, she still guides my feet,
Like the moon, her glow’s a real 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.