Jean was my mom, she died when I was in my twenties (please try to get past the fact that we Brummies say Mom).
"We, not me", my mom used to whisper in my ear when I was growing up. "We, not me, sweetheart." God I miss her. From the moment of my birth until the the day she died my mom taught me that we should only seek power to give it away and that we should fight for the neighbours kid's as tenaciously as we would fight for our own. At her funeral I said: