A tribute to “Aunty” Margaret,
I took my first steps at one-year-old at aunty Margaret´s house, and later, I had the privilege to live with her twice for various months in my early 20´s. Making it to the UK just on time to see her for the last 3 days before she passed was such a blessing. One of the last things she said to me was, “It isn´t about the things- it´s only about the people- it´s the people that really matter.”
That is how Margaret lived her life so generously and warmly. Celebrating the joys and successes of those she loved and her neighbours, and offering kindness and empathy in times of hardship. Margaret was a person who showed up for others – and proud oldest member of the church youth band (in her 80´s!).
I am so grateful for her presence in my life and will always remember her anecdotes full of wisdom and a big dose of humour and light. How she laughed so easily, despite facing challenges of her own. I greatly admire her courage and strength, through great loss, she intentionally chose to express gratitude, a positive outlook and much joy.
“Make the most of it, dear!” she used to tell me, “You never know, it may not last!” Margaret was a fairy godmother to me- many times listening, offering advice and giving her perspective with love and joy.
I will miss her and her silly jokes, her loving presence and her get-up-and-go attitude. Right to the end, I witnessed her strength, her grace and her deep commitment to kindness and connection to those around her.
It leaves a hole to lose someone who has been part of your life since your first walked. I know she would tell me not to make a fuss, and so, next to that Margaret-shaped hole in my heart, I plant a bright pink Camellia and remember her in her garden, tending to life, to the birds, to the foxes and the cheeky squirrels. I hear her playing the piano and reminding me to enjoy and celebrate each moment we are here, blessed to be alive and in the company of those we love.
I know she is at peace now, resting, finally, in the arms of her beloved Ronald, smiling with Ouma Fay and her dear father.