One Friend's Memory of Mum

By Belinda


The day Mum went on ahead of the rest of us, Susan sent this beautiful memory of Mum. I remember the day well myself. Mum was visiting here in Bond Head, and Susan and her daughter Jorie had come for tea on our porch. It was a beautiful summer's day. Here is Susan's memory, which I know she won't mind me sharing.
From Susan:

Thank you for calling me this morning to tell me the news that Mum has walked through the gates of heaven and into the strong arms of her beloved Lord and Saviour.  She's safely home! I can't even imagine how much joy there was in heaven this morning... to welcome this one who has loved SO well. 
Your mum will always be an example to me and holds a very special place in my heart. 
Remember the first time I met her?  We had tea on your front porch (with Jorie too).  I remember being struck by her beautiful voice, thicker, richer, deeper, somehow, as though there was a special message of love attached to each word - and there was!  She naturally exuded "acceptance" wherever she would go.  I remember retreating down the driveway to the car, pausing for a last wave.  Your mum leaned slightly toward you as you stood side-by-side and said something that was meant only for you.  But the wind caught it and delivered the message straight to my ears. 
"She's very special." she said.   
Those words wrapped themselves around my heart and stayed.  Any time I've thought of your mum all these years since, or any time her name has come up, I've known that what anyone else might think (including myself), to Mum, I'm very special.

Comments

Marilyn said…
This story inspires! When we think about our words possibly being overheard, it's usually something we've said that might not hit someone's ears well. This is especially true for those of us with a healthy sense of humor, prone to quick quips and under-the-breath muttering. Imagine if every word that came out, publicly or privately, was a word that would uplift.
6:42 AM
Patricia Elford said…
Sorry to hear about your mother's passing.
Happy to hear about your mother's passing.
Sad for your loss. Happy for the well-founded confidence and joy you share with her.
I never knew her, and yet I did. You seem to have inherited many of her characteristics, Belinda. Another thank you!
11:04 AM
Belinda said…
Dear Marilyn, How very true!! What a great point and thing to ask God to train our tongues for! :)
12:52 PM
Belinda said…
Dearest Patricia! Thank you for your shower of comments and the very funny caption for Frances's bun photo.

I am honoured to bear my mother's mantle from here on in. Thank you for that great compliment.

Also so exciting to think (from your earlier comment) that your forebears are from that wonderful area (that Lord of the Rings land where the forest of Arden and the Kingdom of Mercia once were!)
12:58 PM
Belinda said…
Dearest Patricia! Thank you for your shower of comments and the very funny caption for Frances's bun photo.

I am honoured to bear my mother's mantle from here on in. Thank you for that great compliment.

Also so exciting to think (from your earlier comment) that your forebears are from that wonderful area (that Lord of the Rings land where the forest of Arden and the Kingdom of Mercia once were!)
12:58 PM
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