Saying goodbye to my mother
My earliest memories of my mother, Marilyn, are when I was three or four and my parents and I were living in a basement apartment in Saint John. We would later move to a little village an hour's drive away, to be with my grandparents, but in Saint John my mother was naturally the centre of my universe, and I still remember how she helped build up my love for things that would always be important to me. She was nurturing and caring, and she loved her family and friends deeply.
