I know it has been sometime since I wrote to you on this blog, about 2 months, but believe me I have wrote a lot in my many notebooks, iPhone Apps, iPad, and the many pieces of scrap paper and napkins I grab in a hurry. It’s just been difficult to sit at the computer and type it out as we have been very busy the last few months. I have some time today so I thought I would write a few letters to you and this first one is about Great Grandma Boo.
You have been a big part of helping Great Grandma Boo in her fight with cancer. Now you may not believe that but your visits with her brightened her days and brought so much joy to her. You have shown an uncanny knack of knowing when someone is hurting and you respond with such compassion for someone so young. You melted her heart each time you would place your tiny little hands on her face and shower her with gently kisses. Unfortunately Great Grandma Boo passed away on July 31, she is now no longer in pain and is with God and Great Grandpa Buck.
Little man, Boo was Nana’s momma, and my mother in-law. The dictionary defines the term mother-in-law as – the mother of your spouse – a relative by marriage. I have never been able to use that term with Boo, she has and always will be my mom. I could write pages upon pages about Boo. How she raised 4 girls into incredible women of God, her love for her husband of 58 years, how she turned a wayward boy into a man, how she instilled love, worship, family, integrity….did I mention love?, into every child, grandchild and great grandchild in her family. I could write about how she cared for the love of her life until last June when he lost his battle with cancer. How she found out only weeks later that she too had cancer and was told she had 3 months. I could write about how she fought, prayed, loved, and held tight to her faith that in the end God has a plan. I could write about the joy, the laughter, the guidance and the love she shared with all that were blessed enough to know her. I could, I could write and write and write, but I won’t, not now. Lincoln I want to share with you what your Uncle Jesse wrote and asked me to read at Great Grandma Boo’s funeral.
Keep love in your heart….. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.-Oscar Wilde
Daughter, Sister, Mother, Aunt, Grandmother, Great Grandmother…… This is the natural progression of a Woman. It is an inevitable progression of life. But what do those titles mean? What makes you a Mother or a Grandmother? What defines you after your days have passed? What defines your legacy? Your legacy is no more than a tiny footprint in the fabric of time. Legacy is a term most often associated with men of great achievements; men of war, power, or great intellect. They leave something lasting for the people of the world. But what of the smaller footprints in the sand? Are they less important, less meaningful? What happens when the small foot prints branch off into tiny ones, and then divide again? These are the footprints of every woman that has strode side by side with her husband, best friend and partner. Their lives so intertwined that often the tracks are indistinguishable from one another.
There is a common quote we hear….. “Behind every great man there is a great women”; unfortunately this is terribly inaccurate. As any couple can profess there are many times there is a single set of tracks to follow. Those are the instances that a woman must step forward and carry her partner through a moment of weakness. The only time she may falter or fall behind are deviations she must take in order to look after her own daughters, or grandchildren. She is the mother, she must not let harm befall her flock. She is the torchbearer, a rallying point, a light in the darkness for her offspring. This is no easy task as any matriarch can attest to, all throughout the cycle of life it is the matriarch that is the binding glue that holds the family group together. While the men fight their fights, harvest their crops, and dream of glory the mother is left holding the end of each delicate string, weaving them into a family tapestry.
Mom was the matriarch of her pride, a proud family. Every person sitting here today has been shadowed by her tracks in the sand. She was the driving force behind a much loved patriarch. Often times she was the quiet force without the mane; but when needed a fierce protector of her family or the gentle guiding hand for a daughter or grandchild. We know that there was nothing in her life more important than her pride,….. her family. No one knows a mother’s love like her own offspring, and each one of those cubs have grown and guide a pride of their own. Sometimes the love is shadowed in a harsh hard or a hard lesson. But inside you know that the matriarch is doing her best to guide you to the path in the sand so you may leave your own prints, branching off ever more; but forever alongside your husband, partner and best friend, as she did.
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I give thanks to my God upon every remembrance of you. ~Philippians 1:2-3
Lincoln I pray that God blesses you each and every day, I love you little man, Puppa