Thursday, July 14, 2016

Hands That Served


She watches over the affairs of her household
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her...
Give her the reward she has earned,
And let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
-Proverbs 31: 27, 28, 31


We buried Mom July 5.  Her passing was a great relief and release for our entire family.  Alzheimer's Disease had held her in a mental prison for far too long.  In death, she came back to us.  Her hair was done as she had always kept it, colored and permed.  Her dress was the lovely shade of deep purple she loved and her makeup was perfect.  She was the most beautiful person I've ever seen in a coffin. 

What caught my attention the most was her hands...folded peacefully and finally at rest.  No more shrimp to fry...no more bowls of banana pudding...no more bacon and eggs and grits.  Her service honored and praised her life, and it was uplifting.

Rest well, Mom.   

1 comment:

  1. You reminded me of the song "Go rest high upon that mountain, child your work on earth is done." She was so special to all who knew her.

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