I and my brother and sisters are the children of Scottish diaspora. As I grieve the death of our dear Mum, I reflect on how my parents and their Scottish roots shaped who I am: faith in free markets, a strong Presbyterian upbringing, an unwavering moral tone, a firm belief in the power of education and knowing the value of a dollar. Sir Walter Scott said, I am a Scotsman; therefore I had to fight may way into the world. My Mums character reflects how she waged that fight her moral discipline, integrity and honesty, capacity for hard work and her ambitions for her family. Her roots in Canada were deep and she was grateful for the opportunities immigration had provided. While she never expressed an interest in returning to her original home, (due in no small part to her fear of flying), her postwar upbringing in Scotland and her roots in Scottish nationalism never left her. She was particularly pleased with the recent surge in Scottish nationalism and continued struggle for independence. Her Scottish Presbyterianism shaped her world view and her politics. Fiscally conservative and socially liberal, she was swept up in the progressive just society of 1970s Trudeaumania. Trudeau Peres vision for a bilingual Canada led to a one year Immersion of the Heggie clan in Quebec City. My recollection is Mum took the move in stride and embraced the change with the same sense of adventure that made their move to North America so successful. For that I am continually amazed and forever grateful. Mum had her share of tragedy her parents separated and she lived with her Dad, who died tragically. She met my father, Bob, at school. Both in their teens, their love endured through a wonderful adventure to Canada and four challenging kids. I was the youngest and, undoubtedly, the biggest challenge. Fiercely independent, Mum worked since her teens. She raised four children and worked outside the home well ahead of her time. Our upbringing in Ottawa was firmly middle class - Sunday dinners, summers in Golden Lake, long, hot car trips to the Maritimes for summer holidays, and special times at the cottage at Blue Sea Lake are all fond memories. I particularly recall her canoeing and fishing at Golden Lake. Reflecting on those pictures today, she seemed so happy and carefree. Mum had many talents and interests. She loved to sing. She had a talent for painting. She was a voracious reader. She loved water, particularly the ocean. She was an innovative cook and hostess. She loved to travel, just not in a plane. While Mum had few indulgences, I recall a childlike glee when she drove her 72 lemon yellow mustang. Her grandchildren brought new joy to her life. She relished being Nana and loved them deeply. She was my Mum, a loving wife and grandmother. I miss her and am proud to call myself the son of Norah Heggie. Bob Heggie