(photo below: My grandmother, great grandmother, great, great grandmother, and my mom holding my oldest sister, Cyndie)
I remember staring at her as she laid in the hospital bed connected to life support and saying to my brothers and sisters, “Those are the feet --small, delicate, fragile and pained with corns and bunions-- that walked all those miles in all those restaurants. Those are the hands that carried all those heavy (40 lb) serving trays.” I couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that she gave her life for her family.
(photo on left: My mom at her baby shower)
Six years before she died, she became a Christian. She dedicated her life to the Lord and served people in greater need than herself. Self sacrificing and serving marked her entire life.
At her funeral service, her pastor created a mental picture for the huge crowd of family and friends who were in attendance. He imagined my mother in the presence of the Lord, sitting at His feet, with Jesus compassionately saying, “Lee, enter into MY rest.” When I told that story to my friend, she said, “Oh, that’s not how I picture it. I imagine Jesus holding her on his lap, with her head lying on His chest, saying, “My precious child, now, you can finally rest!”
(photo above: My sister Cyndie and my mom)
(photo above: Me, my mom, and my sister, Jill)