I will start with an original piece.

“A mother’s love is something that no one can explain.
It is made of deep devotion, and of sacrifice and of pain.
It is endless and unselfish and enduring, come what may;
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking
And it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking.
It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems.
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,
Yet, it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation.
A many splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence of God’s tender, guiding hand.”

Two years into her career, she became a mother, and although she had to maintain the momentum of building that career, she found that time to nurture and care for a newborn. Eventually, I became her handbag, as it was required in order to balance. Despite the demands of her job, she never compromised her duties as a mother.

Four years into this journey, she would increase the number to two, and 15 years after me, the baby of the lot, Morgan, completed the trio. Well, it did not pose any challenges as both Russell and myself would become two peas in a pod, tagging along just the same to most of the outside broadcasts and radio shows and to assist in taking care of Morgan. No matter how demanding the work scene got, she made it a point of duty that she would play just as hard as she worked, and as such, many of the out of town broadcasts turned into mini vacations.

What really stood out while growing up is we saw that tower of strength that no matter what came rushing at mommy, she would always look for a solution. It is on this basis, it became almost second nature for me to pick up the phone at any given time to call, seeking advice on finding the solution to life’s problems, and better yet, getting the proper pronunciation for a word. Her most impactful contribution to me is growing me to be the mother I am today and to be determined to reach and surpass any goal that I set. Whatever I do, it should be done with all my heart. Another impactful memory is how I developed this love/hate relationship for shopping. This came from a trip to Aunty Pat, where we all had to endure 12 hours of shopping. But the positives to that is that she taught us how to get the best for our buck.

Thank you for all you’ve done for all three of your children and the rest of Jamaica.

Now, despite on March 26 when you took your last breath in the presence of your three children and your sister Carol, we reflect on all that we learnt on our journey together. She may have prepared us for life but she certainly did not prepare us to live without her. However, she’s at peace, and among the greats, spreading the goodness with that angelic voice. Rest in peace, Mom. We will surely miss you.