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Joshua came into her dream. In a grocery store, I was trying to reach a 2 litter Dr. Pepper from the top shelf. A hand came from behind me and said “I gotcha mum”. It was Josh. He told me … Continue reading
THERE ARE TWO WAYS of remembering. One is to make an excursion from the living present back into the dead past. The old sock remembers how things used to be when you and I were young. The faraway look in his eyes is partly the beer and partly that he’s really far away.
The other way is to summon the dead past back into the living present. The young widow remembers her husband, and he is there beside her.
When Jesus said, “Do this in remembrance of me,” (1 Corinthians 11:24) he was not prescribing a periodic slug of nostalgia.
~ Frederick Buckner
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We have just finished our third night of prayer for our dearly beloved, Lorena when her sister’s mother-in-law followed Lorena’s footsteps. Now, we have to remember the mother-in-law in our prayers as well. Tonight will be the sixth evening that is extra … Continue reading
I really do not know much about Mother. My siblings have asked her numerous times to write her story. If she can’t write maybe she can record her memoir. They gave her a recorder. Thinking that she might do it, … Continue reading
A touching moment:
“I loved my father’s hands, he had beautiful hands. His hands held everything he cared for, his hands held hammers, rope, pen – and his hands held me”.
Decades in hospitality dictate my presence at countless funerals. Of an age where “funeral” defines passing of a life, modern terminology – celebration of life, does little to assure I’ll find it easier to cope with.
Today’s celebration of life began as any other. My job – facilitate an afternoon according to family wishes, anticipate variance in timelines, and extend thoughtful handling of a difficult and emotional event with understanding, flexibility and compassion. Thankfully I’m kept busy – but for necessity of service, I would fear the grip of debilitating sadness. Funerals, even of those whose lives never touched mine are difficult.
I make a point of “tuning out”, conscious detachment the only weapon against utter irrational collapse.Acutely aware of my tendency to dissolve into a heap of unflattering, misplaced blubbering idiocy – I’ve mastered the art of professional disconnect.
Today something shattered decades of veneer – our client, daughter…
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“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder
Mother subscribed to “Living with Christ” that I took over when she died. I changed the mailing address and kept her name. It’s a booklet of daily mass readings.
As years go by, I noticed I started receiving other mails addressed to her. Now, there are more mails for her than for me. These envelopes are coming from various charitable and health organizations asking for donations. Some mails even have greetings cards, address labels, calendars, pens, bags and other goodies. I consider these as bribes.
Who on earth is keeping my Mother alive?
I know that there is an industry that collects and sells data of name and address of other people. At the same token some organizations buy the list for solicitation purposes. I wonder if they have any idea that some people on the list are dead.
I find it rather amusing that these organizations are totally clueless. One envelope is from Heart and Stroke. Do I dare tell them that Mother actually died of a massive heart attack on March 31, 2000?
Seeing all these mails for Mother is one way of keeping the memory of her alive. I do not have the heart to return them to sender for I love receiving her mails.
Mother left us a lasting legacy of love, faith and hope.
Love is her guiding principle, faith is her foundation and hope kept her forging ahead to raise her thirteen children as a single mother. Like most parents, she wanted the very best for her children.
Mother had a tremendous responsibility to maintain love and care for one another in our family unit. She provided a modest rented apartment as our home that is welcoming. Even though our home is small, our friends and classmates are part of the family. There was a sense of belonging and ease. They even call her Mother, too.
When it comes to education, Mother wanted us to focus our energy on studying since she only finished Grade 4. Once we graduated from University, only then can we try extracurricular activities such as having a boyfriend.
Family is all about relationship of unconditional love, giving and nurturing. She loved, gave and nurtured. Her children came first and sacrificed her own personal wants; a very altruistic person. She set a good example and standard for me, my siblings, family, friends and community. The community presented her an award as Mother of the Year.
When I was younger, I cannot see through what Mother is. Only then, as I grow older and have more time to contemplate and reflect about her, I can truly say how blessed I am that she chose me to live and saved my life when I became gravely ill. Not just me but so many others before me. We are all lucky to have Mother.
Even though she’s no longer here on earth, we keep her legacy of love, faith and hope. And for as long as we are alive, we will continue to speak and tell stories to the younger generations.
She wakes up in the middle of her dream I can easily dream within a dream Sleep means a good night rest for her Sleep means never to wake up for me Sleep and dream, a common bond. If you … Continue reading