Today would have been our mom’s 77th birthday had cancer not whisked her away so many years ago.
My mom. Our mom. There are six of us that call her mom.
Mom. So thankful for the woman she was. Strong. Steady. Consistent. Trustworthy. Determined. Industrious. Thoughtful. Orderly. Intelligent. Dependable. Welcoming. Diligent. Brave. Loyal. Stubborn. Good. Loved.
Yes, so very loved.
“Earth’s Angel” are two of the words I chose to describe her on the other side of dad’s memory marker that was created for the final resting place of his ashes in the Cape Canaveral Cemetary in Mims, Florida.
When mom died 19 years ago, her ashes were given to her brother to spread somewhere in the south. My mom was a southern gal from Louisiana, and I guess those that were making decisions about this kind of stuff back then felt that this was the most honorable thing to do with her remains.
I was happy to know that we could include our mom’s testimony of life on the other side of our dad’s memorial marker. It is important to me that their names have a place where they are etched and remembered.
The Bible tells us that God makes everything beautiful in “His time,” and it’s so very true, isn’t it? September of this year was the time God gave us to make a place of remembrance for our mom’s name.
The field where our parents name resides is a beautiful and orderly place. Everything is neat and tidy and orderly. The place is peaceful and the rows are uniform because all the grave stone markers are exactly the same. This is exactly the kind of place our mom would have wanted her name remembered.
As I remember mom on this anniversary of her birthdate, I’m thankful to know that there is a place we all can visit now that has her name etched in stone. A place that is simple, beautiful, peaceful, and orderly – just like she was.