This whole week was consumed with sadness mingled with peace.
It was sad until I told myself enough is enough.
No more tears for a woman who lived a good life and is now where she has wanted to be for the past 15+ years. She out lived her husband by 20 years. She was married at 15 and was a grandma in her late 20's. She had 12 pregnancies and 6 of her babies died shortly after they were born. She outlived a daughter and a son, as well as many other relatives.
My first thought when I looked upon her still face was that she looked just like an angel.
She never cut her hair once she was saved, she was an Old Regular Baptist and lived strictly by the word of God, The Bible.
We mostly saw her wear her hair in a bun on top of her head. But on Friday it was down almost to her waist, a mantle of silver-white, framing her face. She wore a long-sleeved white cotton nightgown with a solid lace panel that had pale pink ribbons down the front. A pink ripple afghan was her blanket, she had made that years ago. I wondered at her choice of colors since I knew that her favorite color had always been purple. I remember her showing all these things to me once and telling me what they were for. Her hands rested on her stomach. I had to think to myself how hard those hands had worked in her 94 years.
She was a shining light in all of our lives and we were so fortunate to have her love us. There are not many women like me who can say that they have been married to a man 41 years and never had one argument with his mother.
|Carl & Edith on their 50th wedding anniversary.|
I have been so very blessed.
I will miss her till my dying day.