Taxi News, 
            November 2006, Vol 22 No 11 p.15-16 
            © Norm Hacking 2006 
          
        
       
       
      Never goodbye. That was the deal. 
      It got to be an ongoing joke between us. 
      My mom, the amazing Kathy O., and I would be on the phone and one or 
        the other of us would forget, and accidentally say, goodbye. 
      It would draw a playfully sharp reprimand from one of us. Never goodbye. 
        That was the deal. 
      When I close my eyes I remember a day at Grandmas house, over half 
        a century ago. I was maybe four, playing with toy cars and trucks on the 
        dining room floor. 
      My Mom, Kathy O., was ironing the laundry a foot away from me. 
      For some reason, sitting and playing with toy cars at my mothers 
        feet, I was suddenly struck with the horrifying truth that everybody dies. 
      I asked her about it, and she assured me that would not be for a long 
        while. 
      This didnt satisfy me. 
      And so, mortality was the Sword of Damocles that provided 
        a sense of urgency and impatience in my life. 
      Kathy O. had the patience of a saint. 
      In a world full of people running around trying to get theirs, 
        Kathy O. looked after people. 
      She was never happier than when others were happy. 
      She really believed in Do unto others as youd wish them to 
        do unto you. 
      Whats particularly astonishing is she found a way to live her life 
        that way. If the whole world could embrace that attitude this would truly 
        be Heaven on Earth. 
      She came to Toronto from Winnipeg, went to Harbord Collegiate and sang 
        in operettas. Major Brian S. McCool, a Canadian war hero and a big shot 
        with the Royal Conservatory of Music, called her The Jenny Lind 
        of Canada (Jenny Lind being a Scandinavian virtuoso dubbed the 
        Swedish Nightingale). 
      She modeled in Toronto and New York. One year she was on the Pontiac 
        billboard, another she was the RCA Victor billboard girl, with a beautiful 
        head shot of Kathy O. in the middle of a vinyl record. 
      To her, it was no big deal. She was taught by her parents that your looks 
        werent something to be proud of - they were handed to you at birth. 
        What counted was what you did, and how you treated other people. 
      When she married, and I came along, we all lived in the same house with 
        her parents. Then we moved to Scarberia and my father went AWOL. Mom and 
        I had become an encumbrance, so Dad left and went out to get his. 
        He became a very wealthy man. If hed stayed, he would have been 
        rich. 
      I owe my entire life, or at least all that is good about it, to my beautiful 
        mother Kathy O. 
      My last two columns have been about Kathy Os last stand at Scarborough 
        Grace Hospital. 
      When I told the editor I wanted to do this column, I said I wondered 
        if three columns in a row about my Mom might be too much. 
      He said, No, it needs closure. 
      Kathy O. Hacking passed on Oct. 4 at 3:48 am. 
      I was by her bedside. 
      But it bears repeating this story. 
      Several days before she left, I arrived at the Hospital about 10 pm. 
        It was rainy and cold and blustery. 
      She was weak as a kitten, barely able to raise her arm. She was sleeping, 
        but as I shivered and shook my jacket, she woke up and smiled the most 
        beautiful smile Ive ever seen. 
      50 years dropped off her face. 
      And then she sang me a song:  
      Button up your overcoat 
        when the wind blows free 
        take good care of yourself 
        you belong to me... 
      Then she slowly raised her arm, palm forward, fingers spread, and she 
        whispered, My best pal. 
      I put my palm up against hers and whispered back, My best pal. 
      She gave me the most beautiful moment of my life. 
      The Amazing Kathy O. 
        
        Kathy O. Hacking 
        1922 - 2006 
        She lit the shadows 
      P.S. Kathy O. leaves behind a strapping grandson Ben Hacking, and wife 
        Kim, T-Pot the Cat and a 56 year old son Norm Hacking Jr., who will love 
        her forever. 
      Never goodbye. Thats the deal. 
       
      Webmaster's Notes: 
       Norm's beautiful mother Kathy O. "slipped away" peacefully 
        in the early morning on Wednesday October 4, 2006, with Norm at her side. 
        He had spent most of his time the previous weeks with her - see his September 
        column "Vigil", his October 
        column "A Song at Midnight" 
        and the words of "Olya Katarina", 
        the song he earlier wrote and recorded for her.  
       See the list of Norm's on-line lyrics, poetry 
        and prose, including other "Race Track Hack" columns for 
        Taxi News. Norm has been writing his monthly column since 
        February 1992. 
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        (check the last few pages of each issue). Taxi News is a 
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