Though I’ve never met her, sometimes I feel I knew her.
Moky died three years ago on April 1st. I never met her, but I have met her children, two daughters and a son. Through them, I’ve learned about Moky.
Moky was brilliant, creative, thrifty, witty and occasionally acerbic. She loved her garden and being outdoors, had a keen sense of justice and a wicked sense of humour, intolerance for bad art, a taste for good sherry and cheap wine.
Moky was generous, recognized potential in discarded furniture, loved the colour blue, appreciated ballet and treasured adventure…whether within her neighbourhood or travelling afar. She revered and supported libraries, loved old movies and great musical classics.
Moky was a strong woman, given to strong opinions easily shared.
She welcomed the neighbourhood into her home every Christmas for a party. What a party it was! Food and wine, plentiful and delicious, vibrant music and shared song.
Moky loved her children above all else, as in turn her daughters and son love theirs. Moky will always be in the hearts and lives of her three children and their spouses, and her five grandchildren, soon to become six.
I never met Moky.
Oh, how I wish I had.
This is an update of a blog I wrote last year about Moky. May memories comfort and hold you Maggie, Sarah and Tim.
