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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, March 1, 2010
Laid to Rest
I knew I hadn't begun my grieving process during the drive down--I was irritable and lost it a few times over meaningless drivel--not at my hubby--but at the slightest thing that didn't go smoothly. As soon as I recognized what was happening, the tears began to dribble.
Saturday morning, last minute details were handled and at 1:00 pm, the limousines arrived to take the family to the cemetary. It felt odd to have the burial before the memorial service, but there were good, logical reasons for that decision.
If you could say a memorial service had a theme, this one's was faith and optimism. Looking at the broad strokes of my mother-in-law, Mildred's, life, you could say it was tragic. She lost her mother when she was 5, her daddy when she was 19, and her husband when she was 45. She raised 5 children as a single parent during the 1960's and 70's and never remarried. But she would tell you she had a wonderful life and continued saying that, right through her diagnosis of acute leukemia and subsequent death.
The sister-in-law who spoke for the inlaws at the service said of Mildred that she had 10 children, not five, because she embraced all of her kids' spouses and loved us as if we were her own. She embodied what unconditional love means and that, my dear friends, is hard to replace.
My trickle of tears began to flow as her daughter began to speak, and four speakers later, they were still flowing. When "Amazing Grace" was sung, I nearly lost it, because that is the one song I sang to her over and over again during her last weeks on this Earth.
She was laid to rest next to her beloved husband. I sure do hope they are together somewhere "wonderful."