April 1, 2001
| When I think of my mother many images fill my mind, but foremost now are a mountain stream, a gentle breeze, and a sweet fragrance. Her strength of spirit molded her children with a passion for independence, variety, and a strong sense of self-identity. Her example was that of tolerance, forgiveness, and a willing, loving sacrifice for others. She saw people through eyes and a heart that were not stopped by outward appearance or affect, but looked inwardly, toward the obscured gem. She was a very bright woman, but loved simple beauty, and truth. Although suffering was deeply sewn through much of her adult life – as well as recently: some of her most difficult days – there were no words of bitterness on her lips. Like Job, though slain, she kept a heart of praise. A beautiful, strong, and faithful woman – Who poured herself out into her family, leaving with us her example of love, hope, and second chances. During her last weeks, she wasn’t able to speak, so, communication moved to a deeper level. Her eyes spoke of apprehension and trial, but much more of dignity, faith, and profound love. A beautiful, gentle woman with a beautiful life – Who finished with an amazing victory of healing; then surprised us again, by going home to the Lord. My heart aches, and yearns to see her again – My precious mother. |
