Life after death This week, it is 14 years since my mother passed away. No amount of time can ever erase love. The last few weeks I was fortunate to have wonderful conversations with my mother. Wise beyond her years and taken away from this life way to early. She was peaceful. Her beliefs made her last days peaceful. An acceptance of the unknown. She did not fear death. She feared for us, the ones that got left behind. She understood the pain of loss, the emotions of guilt of things not voiced. She had time. We had time. Time is something our modern generation seem to not have enough of- until we are faced with death or loss. Spending time with Jean made me realise the importance of time and how we spend it. A lady of formidable ability and courage. A lady who met and lost her love way to early. A lady who changed the landscape of a social structure through her courage and tenacity. But most of all, a lady who loved with all her heart and soul. Her words of wisdom in the ea...