Remembering my mother


Remembering my perfect, beautiful, talented, unfailingly loving mother, Estelle Mary Brisco Dowrick, who died of cancer in December 1955, a month after her 38th birthday. It remains agonisingly incomprehensible to me that not only did my sister Geraldine and I spend most of our lives without her loving, reassuring, inspiring presence, but that she also missed so very very much – truly decades of what would have been a creative, vibrant, loving life. Yes, she lives in our hearts. But nothing fills that absence.

On this Mothers Day, I send special love and prayers to all whose mothers left this life (and them) far far too early. We pay a most terrible price for that, and my prayer is simple: May you find the strength to “mother” yourself, however imperfectly. May you mother others well, whatever your gender, and however imperfectly. May you live life to the full, even in the infinitely long shadow of your mother’s absence. May you know joy.