I have good memories of sitting with her, chatting about this and that, old memories and (my) plans. That was the lovely thing about Mum – when she spoke to you she wanted to know about your plans; our conversations ranged widely and were never just about her. She was interested in everything, from space travel to D'Artagnan (she had a crush on the actor who played him and a picture of him on her wall!) She had a love of beauty and Nature. I'm sure she would have loved New Zealand. One source of great joy for her in her last few years was her canary, Ceebee.
He was never much of a singer, but Mum loved him all the same and, like all animals, he responded to her, becoming very tame. She had a special way with animals that I have not seen before or since. (It inspired a little micro fiction.)
So how can I ever forget her beautiful, kind spirit? Anyone who met her would have been gifted something of that large spirit – and so she lives on.