As some of you might have read, my mom passed away on Wednesday. I am sitting here and have about one quiet hour left, before my small family arrives for the Memorial Service tomorrow. I would like to share with you all my last fairwell to my beloved mom.
My dearest Mom.
Words cannot describe how much I love you. You held my hand and guided me when I was small.
You encouraged me to strike out on my own and I always knew that you were there to catch me when I fall.
You were my friend, my teacher and my confidant and you were not afraid to tell me what I didn?t want to hear.
You taught me to be grateful for the little things in life, as you enjoyed the sparrows on your windowsill.
You taught me work was not a burden but a privilege and if you do it, do it right; to pride myself in giving it my all, no matter what the task.
You said to open up my eyes to see the wonder of it all and not get blinded by the tedium.
Throughout your life you offered everyone the hospitality of heart and home, plentiful sustenance for stomach or an aching heart.
In this busy world you gave the gift of time and listened to us quietly and without judgement.
We felt uplifted and unburdened and could carry on what we had left to do.
And so when ... joined the family, you welcomed him with open arms and seamlessly he did become the son you never had.
For more than 40 years he loved you just as much as you loved him.
He listened for your footsteps up above and gladly checked if there were none.
Our daughter was the apple of your eye, your love and pride was simply bottomless. em>
Every achievement earned her Grandma?s cheer, rewards, support or simply a caress.
Your grandchild left and struck out on her own, you watched each turn she came too on the road.
She is a woman now who has a noble soul, she?s warm and kind, in short, she is like you.
When she brought ..., you looked him over well; you liked just what you saw and blessed the pair.
The time has come when I must say goodbye, thank you again for all that you have done.
Watch over all of us from way up high or wherever you may be.
God speed to you our beloved mom.
Your loving daughter.
My dearest Mom.
Words cannot describe how much I love you. You held my hand and guided me when I was small.
You encouraged me to strike out on my own and I always knew that you were there to catch me when I fall.
You were my friend, my teacher and my confidant and you were not afraid to tell me what I didn?t want to hear.
You taught me to be grateful for the little things in life, as you enjoyed the sparrows on your windowsill.
You taught me work was not a burden but a privilege and if you do it, do it right; to pride myself in giving it my all, no matter what the task.
You said to open up my eyes to see the wonder of it all and not get blinded by the tedium.
Throughout your life you offered everyone the hospitality of heart and home, plentiful sustenance for stomach or an aching heart.
In this busy world you gave the gift of time and listened to us quietly and without judgement.
We felt uplifted and unburdened and could carry on what we had left to do.
And so when ... joined the family, you welcomed him with open arms and seamlessly he did become the son you never had.
For more than 40 years he loved you just as much as you loved him.
He listened for your footsteps up above and gladly checked if there were none.
Our daughter was the apple of your eye, your love and pride was simply bottomless. em>
Every achievement earned her Grandma?s cheer, rewards, support or simply a caress.
Your grandchild left and struck out on her own, you watched each turn she came too on the road.
She is a woman now who has a noble soul, she?s warm and kind, in short, she is like you.
When she brought ..., you looked him over well; you liked just what you saw and blessed the pair.
The time has come when I must say goodbye, thank you again for all that you have done.
Watch over all of us from way up high or wherever you may be.
God speed to you our beloved mom.
Your loving daughter.
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