On this date, ninety one years ago my mother was born. She passed away just over seventy years later. It feels like forever ago. In her lifetime she witnessed the beginning of many of the technologies that we now take for granted. Her father was a pioneer in the aviation industry. Telephones, televisions, mobile phones and computer. Changes to fashion and women’s clothing. Her art which she loved, we now have electronic media and artificial intelligence to create now. She would shudder in her grave I think.

Thrust into the role of single parent to two little girls when Dad passed away. They had been trying for children for ten years and didn’t think they would be parents. Once my sister and I came along their life must have changed drastically. To then be the sole parent – I now have huge respect for how difficult that must have been.

She was refined, poised and graceful. All the things I am not as I charge a hundred miles an hour like a bull at a gate with everything I try. For many reasons we never agreed with each other. Although if I had been gifted the chance to know her as an adult I think we might have. The curse passed onto the next generation. I was too busy trying not to be aloof and distant like her, that I also became a rubbish mother. I think it is part of the circle of life.

So today, with the full moon gracing our evening skies, I am honouring the women she was.