It’s been more than a few weeks since I last entered a posting.
My beautiful mother passed away a couple weeks ago after a relatively short illness. Much missed, though her memories and light will continue to influence me long into the future, making all those whose lives she touched richer. 88 years and 8 months to the day … a lucky life by Chinese numerological standards. A woman who created for herself and her children a rich sense of place, and inspired in me an appreciation for art, and a near insatiable wanderlust to explore – the later being a double edges sword: wonderfully inspiring and rich but a perilous curse to negotiate when set against the need to acquire roots to benefit kids and wife.
I’ll break the ice with a photo of her, and recommence posting as of today. I raise this toast in honour of my mother, Elvein Elizabeth Gostelow … to a life lived, bravo!