My last memory in 2011 of my forever nervous and worried mother, Irene Reilly, was of her reaching out to me at 91, putting her hand on my forearm, and saying, “We’re okay, aren’t we.”
My forever nervous and worried mother Irene might have been referring to whether there were enough funds available to continue to fund the monthly fees for her long-term care facility.
At a deeper level, my forever nervous and worried mother Irene was referring to the heart attack and death of her magistrate father, John, in October of 1929. My mother was nine and the tragedy of having no father and no money echoed forward into her forever nervous and worried life into mine.
This tragedy became the fuel for my vocation.
May my mother Irene be embraced, free, fulfilled and redeemed today knowing that her legacy will go on to help tens of thousands to return to their original and true state of peace of mind and wellbeing.
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