Marigold

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Hello All! I am so happy to be here. This is the first official interview under my new blog: Dit Mwen Tout (Tell Me All) where I share the stories and experiences of others with their permission. It’s been a fun yet challenging process putting it all together and conducting interviews but here we are, with gratitude and joy. šŸ™‚

Today is actually my birthday and it is with an absolute full heart and the biggest grin on my face that I announce that my first published interview will be the one I did with my…………..MOM!

I’ve lived with both of my parents for most of my life, with the exception of studying abroad, working on cruise ships and travelling a lot to pursue my music. I think that I am the sibling out of the four of us who spent the most time with them. I did not think that getting this interview done would have been easy because my mom is a rather private person, but she agreed and was delighted to share. Thank you, mom! Have a read of our conversation below. šŸ˜€

I am Marigold Ulysses. Born Dominican. A wife, sister, aunt, friend and mother of three and one angel. Past employee of the Government of Dominica for 36 years. An aspiring author and creative. I’ve recently dived back into my crochet and embroidery era, after having learned as a child. A big lover of my family and friends.

My children! I was blessed with four (now three and one angel) and I always give thanks that they all turned out quite fine! The way that they live their lives is a testament. It shows that they were taught right from wrong, and I am happy that they chose right. I guess I can say that I have had a successful working career. I don’t care much for material things so, yes. My children for sure.

This is the only complete family pic that we have, and that was well over 25 years ago.

I can’t just say one. Love. Honesty. Respect for others. Empathy. To be non-judgemental. She taught me to never give up on the things that I desire. To put faith first and to follow that faith till the end of my demonstration. Along with having faith is having a positive attitude. It helps bring the things that we want. A little warning attached to that was that actions always have consequences, so to at least carefully consider.

Lilac! I love how calm it makes me feel. It’s not bright and conspicuous but you see it clearly. It is subtle and quiet.

To always have empathy, and to not judge others. Life has a way of taking us down certain roads in order for us to learn valuable lessons and so, do not look down on anyone, no matter their state. Treat them with respect, do your part and move on.

That’s easy! My mom dedicated her life to being of service to others. There is enough space for two buildings on the property. At the front; a soup Kitchen! Behind that would be a Halfway House. My mother was always for the poor. She fed and helped countless people even when she had very little to give. Her house will carry on her legacy.

My mom always said “What the right hand does, the left hand need not see.”

I feel that for them it’s kind of humiliating. The poor are people too, with feelings and emotions and in some cases, what is little left of their pride. I like to use dignity. I don’t think that they are comfortable with people taking pics of them in their time of dire need. The internet is a place where pics and videos never really completely disappear. I just don’t like it. I do what I do from the heart and need no publicity to carry out my chosen duties.

What thou doeth in secret shall be rewarded by the Lord, openly, and my rewards come in the form of blessings.

My mom did not know I secretly snapped this pic of her during one of her visits to the ‘Home for the Aged.’ This lady is also a family member so let’s hope Mom allows this one šŸ™‚

Trust is to be maintained. Integrity is to do what you are trusted to do even when the opportunity arises to bend or break the rules. Even when you are not being watched or observed. The food I prepare is for the homeless, and not for my household. No matter how good my Mac and Cheese or baked chicken smells, it’s for the poor. They deserve a great meal prepared with love too.

I. AM. AN. INTROVERT. (I can hear the crowd gasping! šŸ˜€ )

Believe it! I function very well in society. I love hosting folk and being social, but that’s rare.

Faith. God. Prayers. I’ve always lived by the words “Nothing lasts forever, good or bad. This too shall pass.”

Mom at one of her early jobs. Look at that thick hair!

Boy there were many! They are almost always linked to my supply, of whatever I wanted or needed at the time, and they usually happened very quickly when the situation seemed hopeless, and I had no choice but to give it all to God. When my son was diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy and needed to get out of Dominica in order to survive, God came through. When he was fitted with his first Pacemaker, the cost of the surgery was well over forty thousand usd. (Thats over one hundred thousand Eastern Caribbean Dollars)I was prepared to send in monthly installments and was already calculating when there was a knock at the hospital room door. It was a gentleman from a charity organization informing us that we were selected to have our bill paid in full! My knees will never be too weak to kneel in prayer and thanksgiving!

There was also an instance where I had lost some very important money. I worked in the government building and so it was a large complex filled with constant human traffic. I had already looked a million times both in the building and in the yard. I decided that I could do no more than trust that God would not let me lose that money. I called on St. Anthony and the next morning (Are ya’ll hearing me? The next morning!) there was my cash, lying out in the open on the walkway, waiting for me. Hundreds of people must have walked over my cash and were blinded by the force protecting my supply.

I remember saying “The doctors are not God! They can say whatever they want. My son is not staying here!” I believed that God was the only one to know how long my son would live, but I was for sure going to try. What would a mother not do for her children?

Early on when we were trying to figure out what was wrong with him, a nurse told me to my face “Ma’am can’t you see that your son is on drugs?” Meanwhile he was going into heart failure.

My faith kept me going. I felt deep within that I just had to try! After many years with a pacemaker and eventually a LVAD he passed away December 2022 . Though I am sad that he is gone, I know that his quality of life improved greatly because of what his family did for him. Sleep in peace my beloved.

There is religion and I guess we each have ours, including those who choose not to have any. I believe that spirituality is the acknowledgement of the connection to the “other side”. It’s in the guardian angels that save our lives, the sense of wellbeing that comes from knowing that we are not alone and in the transitioned family members who visit us every once in a while, with blessings, good news or warnings. Permit me to tell a little story here. Since her death, I have not dreamt of my mother much. I feel her rather. But the times that I did dream of her were quite something. I dreamt of her TWICE giving me soursops to eat. The skins of the fruit were black, and they were ripe and ready to eat. As if by some miracle on both occasions I was sent soursop by friends or family that very week and I did as I was told in the dreams. I ate them. Soursop is praised for its supreme cancer fighting qualities and a tea from the leaves is a common drink in the Caribbean. Very shortly after having both dreams were the cancer diagnosis of my two brothers, one passed away in 2020. No one or nothing can tell me that my mother wasn’t preparing me for the news, while simultaneously protecting me from a diagnosis of my own as well. Bless her soul!

All Soul’s Day. 2022.

It is not an easy road. Grieve for as long as you need to. Everyone grieves or mourns differently and for various periods of time. Pace yourself. Some days will feel like you’re getting there and other days the wound is fresh and bleeds like crazy. Be gentle with yourself. Cry. Scream. Be alone. Go out and have fun. Whatever make you feel better in accepting the loss. Keep the great memories, they help!

The Sound of music! Julie Andrews in in it. No reason needed after that! šŸ˜€

Happy. Down-to-Earth. Intuitive.

One response to “Marigold”

  1. Insightful, i love it 惃

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ā— About Me

Iā€™m Mel, a Dominican singer-songwriter, performer, recording artist, French and English tutor, poet, author, new mom and now blogger. Iā€™m always on a journey to learn and better myself and so I listen to the stories and experiences of others. I hope that this content helps my readers as much as it did me.