You have to love the easter bonnets on each of us girls.
Every Christmas and Easter, right up until I worked and made my own money - we got complete easter outfits -
shoes to hat, purses, dresses, coats, knee socks, and gloves!! You gotta love my mom's hat!
On the right of the picture as you look at it - there is a little girl between a mom and dad... with a little frilly short dress.
That is me, mom and dad at camp. Sunday's were always PICTURE DAY!!
The night before Mom died, my "little" brother Tim and I stayed overnight in her room. At this point, Mom had been in the hospital since the Sunday before. This was Saturday night. When Mom was admitted, Dr. Lepp told her very compassionately, "Mrs. Thomas, there is nothing we can do for you but make you comfortable" and she told us that Mom would only live about a week. From Wednesday on, Mom did not speak to us, but Alvin told us to make sure we kept talking to her, as there seems to be indicators that even though people are not talking/or in comas, that they still hear. So, we did talk to her and held her hand.
That night Dad allowed us to stay for night and he went home. Tim took the recliner in the room, and I sat at her side, with my arms up on the rails and my head on my arms. Not a great sleep - but then again, that was not what I was there for.
In the morning, Tim went downstairs for something to eat, and I had some 1:1 time with Mom. Those times did not come often, as usually a couple of us were there at any given time. Anyhow, as I sat and held Mom's hand, I talked to her. I told her that she had been a wonderful mom - and that we would be okay if she left us to go "home" and that we would miss her - but she would be with the Lord. It was at this point that all of a sudden a tear appeared in both eyes. Her eyes till that time, had been dry.
Those tears moved me - and made me realize that (or at least I think this is true) she heard me.
Within about 6 hours, Mom went to be with the Lord while we gathered there with her. It seems like yesterday and yet it seems like forever. How can that be. I miss her so much.
However, it was great comfort for us when our little Jay went to be with Jesus - that we knew his great Grandma - Great Poppa - Great Grandpa were all there to meet him. What joy that must have been. And I can only imagine the smile on their faces. I don't know for sure (since I am still on this side of Heaven) but I believe that my parents and dad Klassen KNEW that it was Jay, when Jay entered Heaven. That gives me comfort and brings joy in the sorrow.
Today I leave this post with the scripture from Proverbs 31, as from THE MESSAGE paraphrase. This is for my mom.... the Proverbial Woman. Mom, I love you, and I miss you so much.
Proverbs 31:10-31 A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoy knitting and sewing.
She's like a trading ship that sails to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises.
She's up before dawn, preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she's put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work, is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking.
She's quick to assist anyone in need, reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn't worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing, and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them, brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise:
"Many women have done wonderful things, but you've outclassed them all!"
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with praises!
1 comment:
that is one of those stories that i remember very clearly. granny was very special. and you remind me of her so much!
love you mom.
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