Remembering my mother: Anna Darlington

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. She died 17 years ago, just short of reaching age 79. So it was not a short life, but it was a tough one and, for the last decade, a very limited one.

My sister, my brother and I think about her often – especially on a day like today. Naturally I remember her funeral and you can read my oration here.

But I also think of her life and how much I owe her. Some years ago, I wrote a short story inspired by the memory of my mother, but it was much less a story of the life she actually had than perhaps the sort of life I would have liked her to have had. You can read it here.


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