We had the honour, this afternoon, of attending the wake for Myles' mom, Bernadette Bailey, who passed away this week. I believe she was 92.
We'd only met a few times, and one of those times was at Dodie and Myles' wedding, so I won't say I knew her well. Today, though, looking at the pictures and drawings of her, from her childhood through to recent times, I was made aware that this was a special woman. One beautiful photograph captured everyone's attention: in it, she is wearing traditional native leathers and is playing a guitar. In other photos, she is surrounded by friends and family, smiling and looking lovely. Her bearing is that of a confidant, intelligent woman. A series of pictures taken in a photo-booth captured her sense of humour.
She looked beautiful today, too, though I know she wasn't really there; but her spirit filled the place.
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