An Open Letter To Mom...
Dear Mom,
God stopped by the house the other day and took you home with him. This didn't seem fair to us at first, but now I think we understand why. He had put you down here to do a job for him, and you had completed that job. He now needed you up in heaven. I'm sure you will do a fine job up there, too. You are, after all, a miracle worker. Your miracles were numerous while you were down here, and I'm sure you will accumulate many of them up there.
Your earthbound miracles will never be forgotten. You never judged us, made us feel stupid or gave up on any of us in any way. You loved us unconditionally, no matter how bad we screwed up (and we did). You performed many more miracles raising us then any parent should have to, and you never complained.
These miracles extend beyond your family. Your many friends recognized these miracles, as well. I do not know of ANY person who would call you an enemy.
Everybody who knew you is well aware of the miracles you performed in the kitchen. I think it is generally assumed you invented biscuits & gravy. Whenever anyone came to the house, they never left without taking home your latest miracle-in-a-mason-jar. And not once did you complain when we didn't return the jar.
Our many hopeless friends (and there were many) knew they could find refuge on your couch, where they could have a safe place to sleep, and a good home cooked meal. They generally went home feeling better about everything going on in their lives, after some gentle "Mom" guidence.
You had a positive effect on way to many lifes to list here. Please remember, I'm a lousy typer. I'm sure there are thousands and thousands of miracles that happened in your life that we don't even know about. We always teased you because you could not even figure out how to turn on your stereo, or even program the VCR. But the truth was, you were to busy doing God's work to even try to figure it out. The important things got done.
I have been to many services in my life, far to many, actually, but what happened at the end of your graveside service will stay with me the rest of my life. I was standing there, by myself, watching everyone pay their last respects before we left, when Pastor Freemen came up to me and said "She was really a wonderful woman". The thing was, he had tears streaming down his face. This man, whom we had all leaned on during our time of need, was himself in need of a good hug. I was more then willing to help him out. Even he knew what we had lost.
We will miss you, ever so much. We wish we could have you back. If all of our tears could build a stairway, we would have more then enough to build one to heaven and bring you back down to us. Thank You for everything you gave us, and especially your love......
