Malgo Williams (1 Apr 1942 - 30 May 2014)Share obituary on Facebook
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Our mother – Malgo Williams (a.ka. Madge) was born on the 1st April 1942 to Grace-Anne and Oscar Williams in the district of Clarendon in Jamaica. She was born in to a large family and was the fourth of nine children (before her came, Auntie Doris, Auntie Catherine, Auntie Miley; after her came Uncle Nathan, Auntie Carmen, Uncle Glen and Auntie Myrna). She graduated from Milk River School and had ambitions to become a Police woman. When her ambitions were not met, she undertook domestic work which involved her washing & ironing clothes and child care – two elements of her early experiences that continued into adult life.
We believe that mums true vocation should have been to be a seamstress, as anyone who knows her well will also know that she had a habit of ‘altering’ almost anything that she got her hands on.
Mum emigrated to England in 1965, whilst heavily pregnant with her first child Ian. Over the years, her family grew and she was blessed (her words not mine) with three more children; Stephen, Debbie and Tilla (aka Charmaine).
Mum always said that you should never begrudge someone of food and took on the unofficial role of cook to everyone and anyone that she could feed – thank goodness her food was always good (that is until she went blind and would often make pepper run away with her). She would cook for parties in the 1960s and 70s and until she became ill you would be sure to find a pot on the fire whenever you passed by. Food would be offered with a welcoming smile.
One September morning of 2012 mum had a routine mammogram screening and was quickly diagnosed with breast cancer after that screening. During the eighteen months since her diagnosis mum fought with the grace and uncomplaining dignity that many of us find difficult to comprehend.
The grace of God was evident in the way that mum appeared to the outside world so very few people realised just how ill she was. The one thing that mum continually asked of us was to take her to church, so she visited this church on a number of occasions and visited her own church only weeks before her passing.
Since mums passing a prevailing emotion that has been overwhelmingly evident in all those that grieve alongside us is one of ‘love’ – love that is pure and genuine in its expression. A kind of love that we feel epitomises what mum stood for and one that we hope stands out in our tribute to her. During our childhood the love was evident even when mum had to make something out of nothing because the cupboards were close to empty; it was evident when she gave her last penny to ensure that we had a clothes on our back and shoes on our feet. It was evident when she took care of our children as if she had gone through the pain of giving birth to them herself. It was also evident in her words – she would often say ‘mi love im’ (that’s both male and female). To our frustration she extended those words to most people without exception and I think that if you consider those that grieve alongside us it is evident that she really did love all people.
We thought it would be fitting to draw this eulogy to a close with a quote from the late, great Maya Angelo, who expresses love in simple terms by saying:
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
Mum we miss and love you with every fiber of our being and we are proud to be part of what you stood for and only hope that we can continue your legacy with the honor and humility with which it began. Farewell, until we meet on the other side.