Thursday, April 17, 2008

Louise: Thank You

On Monday morning, we lost my wife's mother, Louise. She battled respiratory illness for many years; the last year and a half were the hardest.

Louise raised three healthy, happy children who have all gone on to have families of their own; ten grandchildren. Our Jujubee shares her middle name with her grandmother and of our three, is the most touched by the loss.

Louise's husband, strong and stoic, lovingly cared for her every need these past few months. He kept every promise. I don't know a better man.

The caregivers at North Memorial Hospice were so wonderful to Louise. It was evident, they loved her too.

We will celebrate Louise's life tomorrow and lay her to rest on Saturday. We know that now, for the first time in years, she breathes easy. She watches over her children, her masterwork; and her grandchildren, her greatest joy.

Temple Bailey in the short story entitled, "A Mother's Way" describes a mother's walk this way:

The young mother set her foot on the path of life, "Is the way long?"

"Yes," her guide said, "and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the end of it. But--" he stopped to smile warmly, "the end will be better than the beginning."

The young mother was so happy, and thought, that she could not believe anything could be better than these early years. She played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams. The sun shone on them and life was good, and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then night came, and storm, and the path was dark. The children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close, covering them with her mantle. Her children said, "Oh, mother, we are not afraid when you are near." The mother said, "This is better than the brightness of the day, for I have taught my children courage."

Then the morning came and there was a hill ahead. The children climbed and grew weary. The mother was weary too, but she kept encouraging her children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children continued to climb. When they reached the top, they said, "We could not have done it without you, mother." And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked past the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last. My children have learned fortitude in the face of difficulty. Yesterday I taught them courage, today I have taught them strength."

With the next day came strange clouds that darkened the earth--clouds of war and hate and evil. The children groped and stumbled. The mother said, "Look up. Lift your eyes past the blackness to the Light." The children looked up and saw an Everlasting Glory above the strange clouds. It guided them and brought them through the darkness and evil. That night the mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have helped my children learn to see God."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years. The mother grew old, until she was very little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and they walked with courage. When the way was hard, they helped their mother; when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gate flung open wide. The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. Now I know that the end really is better than they beginning. For my children can walk alone and they will teach their children after them."

The children said, "You will always walk with us, mother, even when you have gone through the gate."

They stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. They said, "We can't see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory."


Kermit said...

God bless, Roosh. Peace be on your wife and children.

jkruse said...

Sorry for your loss, my friend.

TRM said...

Condolences, she looks like a heck of a lady

Flash said...

All my hopes to you and your family during this difficult time.


Lassie said...

"You will always walk with us, mother, even when you have gone through the gate."

What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing your mom with us, and my condolences to you and your family.

Night Writer said...

My condolences to the Roosh 5 and extended family.

An excerpt from a Mother's Day poem of mine that I posted a couple of years ago appears appropriate:

And when her days are golden,
and she's given all that she's possessed,
many are the ones,
who'll rise up and call her blessed.
And when she passes through that gate,
into the place that's just like home,
they'll clear a path before her,
and she'll kneel before His throne.
"Arise my precious daughter,
for I've loved you from the start;
come now to the place I've made for you,
closest to my heart."