In memory of my dearly loved mother

 

Hilda Dora Juers (nee Schurmann)

13/11/1930 to 29/03/2008

These posts have been about my ejourney with my students. However, every journey starts somewhere and mine started many years ago. It was Mum who helped mould me to make such a journey. I would like to tell you about her.

My much loved Mum died on Saturday, March 29th, but we did not realise she had passed away until the morning of Sunday, 30th March, when a doctor’s certificate was issued proclaiming that she was deceased. That now is her official date of death.

My Mum taught me a desire to become a life long learner. She loved and nurtured us as children, giving us confidence, a sense of adventure, a love of travel and showed us how to encourge and support others, showing only kindness. Despite suffering type one diabetes for 52 years, she rarely complained, always showed true grit and determination overcoming many of the afflictions that ailed her over her lifetime.

She had many interests and loved listening to sporting events broadcasts, keeping up to date with current affairs and was always watchful of the weather forecasts, due to her great love of gardening. Her life was a busy one and Dora was rarely idle – only hospital stays made her so. She was a fun loving person, who enjoyed socializing, making friends and entertaining. Her family was of prime importance to her and she loved the family social gatherings, get togethers and outings. Many happy times were spent travelling together, both domestically and overseas.

Diabetes led Mum to follow a rigorous diet, regimented daily routines and the suffering of many and varied health problems, various major operations and numerous hospital stays. Dora was determined to live life to the fullest and this has made her an inspiration to us all. She survived my Dad’s death for two years. Yet in that time she suffered serious, life threatening illnesses.  Again Mum overcame these to enjoy a healthier end to her life. She died peacefully in her home, aged 77 years.

My daughter has written this tribute to her precious Nanna.

My Nanna

My nanna was always caring,
My nanna was always kind.
Nannas like my nanna are very hard to find.

My nanna’s always helping,
She’d do anything you asked,
She’d always think of others, only putting her own self last.

My nanna is my idol,
I told her of this too,
“When I’m to be a nanna one day, I want to be a nanna just like you’.

Nanna you meant so much to me,
Its hard to have you part,
You’re now with Pappa in heaven, but you’ll always be in my heart.

Her funeral took place today, on April 2nd, 2008, at 10:30am at the Lutheran Church in Warrnambool. Her coffin flowers are pictured below. The red roses symbolised the absence of her two grandsons, in London, who were unable to make it home for the funeral.

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