Through her faith, she did just that. In one final, quiet breath, she passed from the earthly realm into the heavenly realm, leaving behind a tremendous legacy.
Two nights before her memorial services, I uncovered a treasure in my childhood home, a beautiful testimony of love. I discovered a collection of letters. My mom was the recipient of someone’s unconditional outpouring of love and affection. That someone was my dad. The letters were dated from 1950-1951, the year prior to their marriage. Each letter had been carefully protected within its original envelope. The right side of each envelope had been gently torn as to preserve the postmark, stamp and address lines for each letter. The penned pages, hundred of them, communicated an expression of his deep love and commitment to my mom.
Sixty one years later, these timeless treasures revealed my mom’s ability to receive, cherish and preserve such a love. The words written became action in their marriage, an example of their lives intertwined together.
With the passage of time, these words became action as my parents completed each other with affection and support. Action in my parents choice to honor and respect each other, both in their weaknesses and their strengths. Action in my parents vulnerable and authentic position of serving each other, their family and friends.
As I begin the silent process of grieving my mom’s death, I find joy in the celebration of her life, as she lived with integrity, respect and devotion.
These letters represent not only a tangible, beautifully preserved legacy but a far-greater legacy of the eternal home they mirrored in their daily lives upon this earth. Blessings.