I’ve always had a tough time remembering my mom’s birthday.
Mom was born a couple of days after Canada Day and I was usually off in La La Land celebrating the end of school, moving, or doing lord knows what before I remembered that her birthday was just around the corner.
All that changed this year when Mom passed away suddenly the day before Canada Day. While my friends were exchanging Happy Canada Day texts, my family was sorting through funeral arrangements. From this point onward Canada Day will be bookended by the day Mom was born and the day she died.
There’s a harmonic logic to this. Mom immigrated to Canada after WW2. She was young and intelligent. She knew her future lay in Canada, not Europe. She got married, had children and devoted her life to ensuring her girls had the support they needed to succeed.
She was proud to be a Canadian citizen. She was never “too busy” for politics and voted in every election because she knew from personal experience that our rights and freedoms could go up in smoke if we didn’t pay attention.
From now on when I think of Canada Day I will think of the generous country that gave my mom a chance to live a rich and beautiful life.
Thank you Canada. Thank you Mom.