Here are the thoughts Jean and I shared at Mom’s memorial.
Jean:
As often as we are advised to not take tomorrow for granted, most of us, myself included, have a habit of doing exactly that. I was convinced that I had the next ten, even twenty years left before this day would come.
I’m grateful, at least, that I had one more opportunity to see Mom once we realized that she didn’t have much time remaining. During that visit she expressed a feeling of guilt over her parents and questioned the care that she provided during their last years, fearful that she’d not done enough. I emphatically told her that she went far beyond expectations. For more than eight years she sacrificed her time, her health, and her life so that my grandparents could spend their final years in dignity and comfort.
Years before caring for her parents, she took care of me and my sister throughout our childhood and teenage years. I also went to her with my troubles, whether they were serious incidents or emotional distress, and I always found solace in Mom’s reassuring words. She never belittled me over my feelings or told me that I was being overly dramatic…even when I was.
She raised me according to Christian principles and was often strict, a source of frequent irritation to a rebellious teenager wanting just to be like everyone else. My Christian upbringing originated with Mom, as she patiently set an example before my father who, during their first years of marriage, viewed the Christian life as a suffocating bore. But her pressure-free testimony gradually led to a conversion that has grown into the devout faith he has today.
Throughout her years of Christian living Mom used her time in ways that gave her life purpose. And though we didn’t get those ten or twenty years that I once assumed were guaranteed, the time Mom did have could not have been more worthwhile.
Stacy:
There were so many things Mom and I wanted to do. For one thing, she still needed to finish unpacking her new house. We’re gonna talk about that when I see her again.
She wanted to meet all of you.
She wanted to find a new church and begin serving.
She wanted me to take her to Hamrick’s. Tuesday is Senior Day, and she loved a good discount.
She wanted to help with the Thanksgiving cooking and for all of us to be together for the first time in years.
We got to do some things.
We had dinner together every night.
She had my chocolate peanut butter smoothie every morning.
We watched every episode of The Chosen. Peter cracked her up. Jesus made her smile.
She met some of you during the move. She met some of you in the hospital.
After the diagnosis while I was wrestling with the reality of the news, I asked God why. Not in an angry way. Not with a shaking fist. I just really wanted to know what the plan is. Would we get to do more? Would she get to enjoy the house we had all prayed for? What about a new church, Thanksgiving, and all of our other plans?
As I prayed, I began to see Grandpa and Granny’s faces in my mind, peaceful and whole. Full of joy. I felt the Lord say to me, “What I have for her better than anything you and Knoxville have to offer her.”
I can’t argue with that.