“In the beginning the
Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
He was already with God in the beginning.
Everything came into existence through him.
Not one thing that exists was made without
him.
He was the source of life,
And that life was the light for humanity.” (John 1:1-4 God’s Word)
There are certain people in this world that genuinely
reflect the glow of God’s light. My Mom
was one of those unique individuals. She
had the uncanny ability to make anyone, no matter their status, color, race or
creed, feel special when they came into her presence. She would immediately brighten the atmosphere
of a room that she entered. Within a
matter of moments, any stranger being introduced to her would feel like an old
and favored friend.
My Mom responded to her homecoming call on this last Friday, August 17, 2012 at eleven in
the morning.
I have been amazed and blessed at the same time as I have
heard countless people (and even those
whom I didn’t think knew her very well…) express the same words that I
wrote above. My Mom had a vivid and
active zeal for life. She loved to
laugh, to sing, to dance and to play the piano.
She would often recant her memories of the popular trio that she sang
with throughout her High School years. As
an adult she sang with the choir at St. Eugene’s Cathedral for over 30
years. When my brother and I formed a
rock and roll band in the late sixties, she would often times sing along with
me during practices as I fronted as the lead singer of the band! (I can
see her now: “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ down the river…” ♫)
I sort of feel like the Apostle John when he commented about
his memories of his time with Jesus when he wrote, “If every one of them were written down, I suppose the world wouldn’t
have enough room for the books that would be written.” (John 21:25
God’s Word ©) She was one of those Mom’s that was always
there whether it was to bandage up a stubbed toe, or listening with compassion
when I told her that I had been sent to the Principle’s office!
When I began to get serious with my girlfriend from High
School, Mom gently counseled me to make sure that this young lady was the one
that I wanted to spend my life with. It
was with great trepidation that I nervously walked into my parent’s bathroom
that one night a few years later and stammered to my Mom, who was going through
her nightly ritual of setting her hair, that I wanted to ask that same girl to
marry me. But once again, Mom was true
to form as she burst out laughing and said “Well,
it’s about time!” Mom also enjoyed a
good surprise so she quite excitedly assisted me in shopping for just the right
ring so that I could surprise Piper with “The
Question” and the ring.
During these last three years, my Mom has been my rock, my
confidant, and my counselor as I have faced the difficult days of my wife’s
battle with Alzheimer’s. She was the
only one who until a month or two ago, would call daily to inquire as to
Piper’s well-being and ask what she and Dad could do to help. She was definitely a second Mom to Piper and
my wife loved her immensely.
In the early hours of the next morning following my Mom’s
passing, we experienced a very unusual thunder and lightning storm in our
area. In all my years here, I cannot
recall this type of weather during the summer in the North
Bay area of California . Later that day I received a text from one of
my cousins stating that she thought that the clatter from the early morning
event was simply the sounds of the welcome home party that was going on in
heaven for my Mom… and you know what? It
is the only explanation that makes sense for me! I am sure that my Mother’s zeal and flare for
life is only being amplified in the presence of the Lord and all the relatives
and friends that have gone on before her.
We miss you dearly Mom, but the affects of your life will
carry on through all whom who touched for many generations to come.
Have a great week everyone.
Stay in tune to His Word and keep asking yourself… “What am I expecting today?”
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