Happy Birthday, Mummy
July 11th, 2011 by Mollie
Today is my mom’s birthday. She would be 58 years old. A few weeks ago Mummy died unexpectedly. Cancer, it seems, had quietly ravaged her entire body. There has been so much to think about regarding her life, her death, and our relationship. Our relationship was really hard and for over a decade I did not have any contact with her. The exception to this was through my writing. She read every post I wrote, looked at every picture I posted, and wrote comments in response to what I shared. Other than in our minds and hearts, I think it was really the only space where we were able to have a positive relationship.
She and I are alike in many ways. Through her death I have been able to get to know her in a way that I never was able to while she was alive. I have been, and continue to be, discovering her.
Mummy always loved adventure and fun. And, even though we were going to Mexico to say goodbye to her, I feel that she took us on a great adventure. She lived in a town about 6 hours south of Mexico City; with Jaime at the wheel we got there in about 5. The drive was beautiful. We curved around mountains and hills covered by green trees and shrubs with roots digging down into burnt earth. The road was carved out of the mountain; the edge of it dropping off into a valley. The eight of us were in thought-filled and peaceful silence for most of the journey. When we did talk the conversation ranged, but I was most content to listen as Abi spoke about my mom. I wanted to be with Mummy. Hearing her spoken about brought me closer to that. I knew I was too late to look into her eyes, but I was ready to be with her body.
As we drove my gaze drifted between my husband, my son, all of us who had gathered to take this journey to see her, and out the window to the land we were traveling through. I thought about her always. I thought that her eyes had seen this very land and she had taken this very drive. She had come to this place and I was now following her to it. As we were driving, the night of her death, I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. From behind mountain peeks, the sky went from blue to lavender to fiery pink. It was as breathtaking as the sunset on the day my son was born. My heart ached for her to see it. Yet, nature has always powerfully presented the Spirit of God to me. So, as God magnificently brought a close to the day, the entire sky blooming, swirling, opening up, and then bowing into the night, I felt He joined us in honoring her life and saying goodbye to a woman whose presence in this world cannot be captured by words.
I know her better since her death and I am glad to be able to celebrate her life today.
Happy Birthday, Mummy. I miss you.












