My Mom

 Two weeks ago today my family lost our anchor.

My mom, who was 81 years old, left this earth

for a much better place.

It was a sudden death, thank God.

She would not have wanted to suffer

and become more of a burden to us.

My five siblings and our spouses,

along with her 13 grandchildren and spouses,

her 18 great grandchildren

and her last remaining sibling,

along with a few friends

all gathered for her funeral. 

It was a sad and joyous event.

My family always finds reasons for laughter.

There were many, many tears,

but so much laughter, too.

 Mom would have loved that.

And after her funeral we all gathered at a park

and grilled cheeseburgers while the

kids all ran and played.

Mom would have loved that, too.

Cheeseburgers were her favorite food.

My mom was the best grandmother I've seen.

No matter what her grandchildren were interested in,

she was interested and read up on the topic so she

could discuss it with the grandchild.

Nothing brought her pleasure like being with her family. 

 

My cousin, who is a Baptist minister,

had some wonderful words for us.

He said those of us here are suffering from separation,

but my mom has had a wonderful reunion.

This is so true.

Mom,

you are greatly missed,

but I know you are loving being back with dad,

your parents and brothers

and meeting all of the ancestors you've researched

and had questions for over the years.

We love you.