She set me on my way at the age of 14 by trusting me enough to travel on my own with the school. She helped support me financially, and she encouraged me to enter my first photographic competition ... which I actually won. From there on she always took an interest in my adventures, and loved to hear the smallest detail.
She shared stories of when she lived in Singapore as a child, and how she one day dreamed of going back to Asia. In 1996 that dream came true when she visited me in Hong Kong and pride of place in her study was a photo of her and my Dad with Hong Kong Harbour as the backdrop.
Two weeks ago she was so excited when I told about my plans to visit South America and even though she was quite ill asked if I would copy my full itinerary so she could read it. Siting here tonight its so hard to accept that she wont read my postcards, wont see my photos, and wont get to listen to my stories, but knowing she got to see where I was going is a small comfort.
God bless you mum and I know you'll be keeping an eye on me, and telling me to wrap up warm just like you always have.

