ST PATRICK’S DAY THOUGHTS

A bitter-sweet day for me! My beautiful mom passed away a year ago today, March 17^th, 2009. She had a Saint on each end of her life: born on St, John’s Eve (June 23^rd); died on St Patrick’s Day. Mother probably had a good laugh over that!

At age 94 there aren’t too many folks of your own generation left to “celebrate” your life when you pass to the other side, but for her funeral the chapel at the mortuary was filled with Mom’s posterity, along with extended family, friends and neighbors.

Before the casket was closed, each member of the family filed past and placed a small polished stone next to Mom, a final token of love and farewell. A son-in-law gave the family prayer.

The service was short and sweet; definitely a family affair. My sister and I paid tender tribute to our Mom. A son-in-law gave a meaningful, gospel centered message. Talks from grandkids were heartfelt and laced with humor, and the musical numbers reflected Mom’s love for children. They were all her favorite melodies – including a lovely vocal trio by three granddaughters, as well as a piano piece and a harp medley of Primary songs beautifully performed by two granddaughters-in-law.

It was a cool, but lovely spring day as we proceeded to the cemetery. The pall-bearers were Mom’s grandsons and one great-grandson. Her grave was dedicated by a grandson. Under the canopy, the dusty-rose-colored casket was covered with a huge spray of perfect white roses, her favorite flowers. As the graveside service ended, the clouds rolled in, the winds picked up, and the skies began to gently weep. The poet in Mom would find that a very fitting way to bring things to a close.

You did well, Mom. You started with only two daughters to your credit. You now have ten grandchildren and thirteen great-grandchildren, plus the spouses, in your family circle! I treasure the time we spent together. Love you, Mom, and miss you very much.