While we prepare for the final rites of our dear Mother, I have been reflecting and reminiscing on her journey and our journey with her, and I have realised that while mothers may be angelic and superhuman they are still mere mortals like the rest of us and naturally they will have their idiosyncrasies and foibles. Often their belief systems will clash with ours because theirs were fructified in a different historical and normative era. They may hold on to a socialized fabric that we believe should be discarded for any number of reasons. But as their adult children it is our duty and responsibility to be to them in their golden years, what they were to us in our childhood, youthhood and even much of our adulthood. At the end of it all, especially when we retrospect, we realize that much of the best in us was handed down by our mothers, including the solid foundation on which we grew own our own lives. And so a time comes when we put aside the grievances - real or perceived - we trump up and give them them the best of what we can to the best we can. I know that all my siblings and I did just that. But there is also the generosity of memorialising when we must simply move forward only with the best of what they were and what they gave us - both concrete and intangible - so that we can weave a tapestry of grand parenting and great grand parenting that we can then bequeath to our own when that time comes. In the final analysis they are the products of all who came before and what was passed on to us, whether personally or vicariously, should then be handed down to them as well so that their wellspring becomes that much richer. Travel safely my darling Mom!