My mother was born 99 years ago today.
She was the oldest of eight children in a family poor in material terms but rich in love.
She trained as a nurse and was a tutor sister when she married. As was the norm then, she gave up her career to keep house, raise a family and support her friends and community.
Her first name meant bitter, her second meant sweet. In spite of challenges which might have provoked bitterness, that wasn’t in her nature but sweetness certainly was.
It’s 17 years since she died but her example, her influence and her love still guide me and I’m very grateful for that.