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Margaret (Maggie) Tugwood

September 17, 2007

Margaret (Maggie) Tugwood

A magnificent and humble woman with great humour and love prevailing over an undercurrent of sadness, Margaret (Maggie) Tugwood...her ole Irish heart has given its last beat. She went peacefully, in her children’s arms, into the night...not raging against Dylan Thomas’ “dying of the light”.

Her gaze was unbroken, into our eyes, as the breaths dwindled and dwindled and ceased.

Sublime beauty and grace in the surreal finale.

No heart could have loved more...nor been loved more. A profound effect, over a lifetime, on almost all who came upon her. The feelings are almost unbearably poignant.

That ole heart continues to beat in her children..Kathleen, Brian, and Michael and the wanderer of every continent (grandson Eric Duncan).

Mother O’ Mine

If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose love would follow me still,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose tears would

come down to me,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,

I know whose prayers would

make me whole,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!


...Rudyard Kipling



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