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Thank you so much for the prayers. From everyone. I am feeling God working all around me.
This is something I wrote last night;
Mom, I am trying to write a biography of your life, for the memorial service. For who? Strangers? Not really. These people knew you.
I can't seem to write a "bio" or whatever. I can only think that if I could get up and talk about you, this would be what I would say;
"Wow. What a shock. I don't think anybody really saw this coming. Not this soon. Not like this. But I really feel that if anyone could choose a way to go, Mom managed to do it. And at the very end, she was surrounded by her daughters, and the men who love them, and who loved her, very much. There has never been as much love anywhere, as there was in that room, as there was right then.
Some of you may think Mom lived a hard life. And maybe she did. But it was a life she chose. And it was a good life. At one time or another, she had her horses. She had her motorcycle rides. She lived on her beach. She's had more puppies and kittens than we can remember. She had wonderful friends. She had an extended family, through my Dad, that accepted her and loved her, that's here even today, to help us celebrate her life. And she had us, her daughters. And we loved and love her far more than words can express.
Mom had a good heart. And she had a deep heart. She taught me how to embrace feelings; good, bad and ugly. But she always admired my father and his strength and grace. And now I think it's time I learned from him.
I love you, Mom. Always will. And you will, forever and ever, be right here in my heart."
Wednesday, August 3, 2011 |
