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I lost my darling Mum last month on April 13, 2015 after a long battle with Parkinson's disease and a brain tumor. My heart's broken but she left me a lifetime of love and sweet memories. I started this post last year and saved it as a draft. This seemed like a good time to share it.
Peering out through the gaps between the balcony railings, waiting for that vintage red Toronto Transit Commission (TTC) bus to stop in front of our tenement is a vivid memory I have of 1970s Toronto. It was a gateway to the outer mysterious non-home world. People were always riding up and down the street in those bright coloured buses, all hours of the day, seven days a week. Where were they going? Where were they coming from?
Those red buses of 1970s Toronto will forever remind me of my mum coming home. There's not a better feeling in the world than that.
PS: Some archived posts I wrote about my mother:
Postum, Bread and Mum
Happy Mother's Day
It Has a Smell