In Memory of Mother
Ruth Maria (Loomis) Andrews
(1919 - 1998)
Home at Last
There are no words, what can I say
At last her sweet soul winged its way
To peace and freedom in the sky
Where never again will she suffer or cry
It’s all a part of God’s Great Plan . . .
Which is a mystery to man
We cannot understand His ways
Nor can we count our earthly days
But who are we to question and doubt
God knoweth well what He’s about
He knew she longed to "go to sleep"
where only angels a vigil keep
The pain of living grew too great
No longer could she stay and wait
She did not want to leave you, dear
But she had finished her work down here
So she closed her eyes and when she awoke
These are the words the Master spoke,
"Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last
And now the burden of living is past
There’s work for you in My Kingdom, dear
And you are needed and wanted here."
So weep not, she’s just gone on ahead
Don’t think of her as being dead.
She’s out of sight for a little while
And you’ll miss her touch, and her little smile
but you know she is safe in the home above
Where there is nothing but Peace and Love
And, surely, you would not deny her peace
And you’re glad she has found release
Think of her there as a soul that is free.
And Home at last, where she wanted to be.
©Helen Steiner Rice
Mama passed away 28 July 1998. I was honored to be with her, holding her hand, as she slipped peacefully away.
She suffered from TIAs - small strokes that take away your life small swipes as a time. This form of dementia is just as devastating as Alzheimers. She was gone, but here. She no longer recognized those she loved or those who loved her. This is so hard to live with. June 1998 was her 79th birthday. I gave her a card that said, "I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom" on the front. When I read it to her, all she could do was smile and repeat the words back to me. You see, besides the dementia, she also had macular degeneration in both eyes and so could not see to even try to understand.
This from the woman who used to
play classical music on the piano (she used to play the music you are listening to: Chopin's Etude Op.10 No.12 'Revolutionary')
create beautiful poetry
write long, long letters to me when I was away from home in college
sew, crochet, knit, needlepoint
garden (yes, she had 10 green thumbs) anything would grow for her
bowl (she was a professional bowling instructor)
Mother in Olympia, WA on the capitol grounds in the spring. (1980s)
She held me as I had my best friend, Patches, put to sleep.
When it becomes more than you can take:
Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee. Psalm 55:22
When you don't know what to do:
Trust in the lord with all thine heart . . .
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6
When your loved one goes to be with the Lord:
Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4
I love you Mama
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