Early this morning a very special lady passed away. She welcomed me with open arms as a daughter when I married her son. She loved her grandkids and made it a tradition to come each year to watch the boys participate in the Pinewood Deby. We will greatly miss her here on earth but heaven has gained a beautiful jewel. I wrote the following poem that I wrote for her on Mother’s Day in 2014.
The tantalizing smell wafting from the bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken,
the long ride from the restaurant to our picnic spot on Skyline Drive,
my impatience as I anticipated the mouth watering chicken, moist coleslaw,
hiking to the falls, exploring Big Meadows, and other fun adventures.
milk buckets clanking
Walking in the twilight
Listening to the birds
Singing their good night songs
Soaking in the beauty
Of the sun setting behind
The lush green mountains.
It’s good to be home.
Grandma was born on May sixth nineteen twenty-one;
Eight years before the Great Depression had begun.
She was not frivolous – no not at all;
Was thrifty and saving with the large and small.
She fed the hungry who came to her door;
Gave to missions and to the poor.
She made comforters for MCC;
Service to her Lord was as important as can be.