{"id":2090,"date":"2021-05-15T21:17:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-15T21:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/?p=2090"},"modified":"2023-05-14T20:25:50","modified_gmt":"2023-05-14T20:25:50","slug":"dear-mum-happy-belated-mothers-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/dear-mum-happy-belated-mothers-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Mum: Happy Belated Mother&#8217;s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p>May 15\/21<br \/><br \/>Hi Mum,<br \/><br \/>I think it&#8217;s been years since I last wrote to you. It&#8217;s been well over 25 years since we last saw each other, but I keep pictures of you nearby, and think of you and look at you all the time.<br \/><br \/>Last year, Kim and Christina sent me some letters written by you and Dad, from Saskatoon, before I was born. There was one you wrote to your mother, not long after you were home from hospital, recovering from your burns and skin grafts. That must have been such a scary, stressful ordeal for you. It really sounds like you were trying to regain your confidence while you healed at home. Although you sounded hopeful for the future, you sounded a bit lonely too.<br \/><br \/>I think I like writing these letters to you when your special dates roll around. It was always hard to know what to get you as a gift on Christmas, birthdays, or Mothers Day. Mostly, I remember buying you slippers and lots of chocolate! You always seemed to enjoy the chocolate.<br \/><br \/>Kim is surviving and thriving in her life, and her two daughters are raising their own children. You have great-grandchildren. That just blows my mind, but in a good, happy way. One of your great-grandsons has the middle name of Huntley, just like you. Although you weren&#8217;t able to be in our lives for very long and couldn&#8217;t enjoy your family or even have much of a role in it, you have influenced it greatly all the same. Kim and I both love music, and hold your idealized image in our hearts, and beautiful photos of you on our walls and in our photo albums.<\/p>\r\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/tree-house\/biographies\/angela-huntley-clarke\/angela_love_with_kids\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-65\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-65\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Angela_Love_with_kids.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"260\" height=\"298\" \/><\/a>I&#8217;m sitting in a favourite coffee shop being thoughtful on a sunny day, while a piano version of &#8220;Take the A-Train to Harlem&#8221; tinkles brightly from the cafe&#8217;s speakers. That old chestnut is a tune I first heard either on the radio or maybe hummed or sung by you, back in Poppy&#8217;s house in Victoria. Beautiful piano music always makes me think of you.<\/p>\r\n<div class=\"pdfprnt-buttons pdfprnt-buttons-post pdfprnt-bottom-right\"><a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2090?print=pdf\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-pdf\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/pdf.png\" alt=\"image_pdf\" title=\"View PDF\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2090?print=print\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-print\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/print.png\" alt=\"image_print\" title=\"Print Content\" \/><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>May 15\/21 Hi Mum, I think it&#8217;s been years since I last wrote to you. It&#8217;s been well over 25 years since we last saw each other, but I keep pictures of you nearby, and think of you and look at you all the time. Last year, Kim and Christina sent me some letters written &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/dear-mum-happy-belated-mothers-day\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Dear Mum: Happy Belated Mother&#8217;s Day<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3026,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[15,19,11],"class_list":["post-2090","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-memoirs","tag-angela","tag-family","tag-reflection"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2090","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2090"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2090\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4296,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2090\/revisions\/4296"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3026"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2090"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2090"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2090"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}