Tuesday, December 29, 2009
A Bittersweet Memory
During those ten days of Mom's illness, it was good to have my sister Anna and her children with us at her bedside, sharing memories, soothing her dry tongue, and massaging her feet with essential oils. Death is a part of life, so we didn't shield the kids from Granny's withering body, because we knew that she would soon go home to be with Jesus. We come into this world as helpless babies, and end our lives (if we live long) in an almost similar helpless condition. It was somehow comforting to give her that care that she for many years, gave us.
We planned her memorial service as we chatted, and the children chose a hymn to sing together. Favorite verses were singled out for the program, folks that we wanted to take part in the service were contacted, and we gathered many photos that represented her almost 100 years of life.
It was a blessing to have the two weeks to plan the service, and we found comfort and healing in the process...