i found a letter today as i was cleaning through some old boxes getting them ready for trash pick-up. it wasn't in a ripped open envelope. it was simply a folded sheet of white paper with the date at the top, with - "judy & children" - scribbled beneath.
i don't remember ever seeing it, although since that time in my life, there have been more battles and combat than i care to remember. there's a good chance it might have passed by my sight rather quickly and i forgot. but, i doubt that. this i would have remembered and kept in the box where you keep things you must remember for a lifetime rather than finding it layered in between the bills and the opened birthday cards.
i can see how it evolved. mama had returned home from lunch at the senior center - the joy of each day, and now, this was her quiet time. she took her spot in her tan recliner with the arm pads draped over each side. they conveniently held everything she might need at a moment's notice - the remote, her glasses (and dark visor in case the mail ran and she had to walk to the mailbox), pencils and pens, a larger-than-life crossword book turned to the exact page where she left off, tissues and maybe a piece of candy for when her sugar got too low. and, each was in its proper place. she always scolded the kids when they would use something and not return it to its place.
i can see her with a writing pad and pen and her thoughts racing. in the later years, it grew harder for her to script much more than a few letters or numbers, and connecting them into conversation or a letter meant more time and effort. it was exhausting, and i knew if i received something, it meant something. pay attention.
i still have the birthday cards she gave later in life where she had scribbled "mama" in her arched, weary style. one still makes its home in my wallet just in case i need a reminder.
this note makes plain her wishes upon death, but it's the between-the-lines that tell my mama's story. her long life - 96 years - how lucky she was to one that juxtaposed struggles and triumphs; the love of a good and hard working man that never left her side; a child in later years that completed the home; many brothers and sisters who were the delight of her existence; grandchildren that made the lonely later years
never lonely; she was rich beyond the numbers in her bank account or the visible earthly possessions, and she knew it. she wanted us to know that stuff didn't mattter; it was what was inside that was most valuable.
her faith was as stalwart as the magnolia she and daddy planted when i was a child. television was not good for anyone, she contended, but every now and then, something other than the nightly news would be alright. we would always watch the billy graham crusades, and i always wondered why mama wasn't standing beside brother billy and brother george on that podium. she was as steadfast as either of those men. she wanted for us the eternal life that she knew was coming to her sooner than later. a chance for all of us to be together again. she was counting on that.
her abrupt end puts her life in perspective. she was tired, and it was time to go. nine month later, she did. in that same tan recliner that she spent most days in.
yes, i cry each time i read this. i miss her every time i read this, and i love my children more and more each time i read this for i'm afraid that we may have let her down. she provided such an amazing example of how to tackle life and win, and when it's time to go, how to exit with grace and contentment.
although i'm tired, mom, i'll try to finish this life, this existence in a manner that i hope will make you proud. just for you. just like you.
11/19/2013 08:02:12 am
What a precious gift your Mom left...her heart spelled out in words. Thank you for sharing such an intimate part of your life.
11/19/2013 11:25:06 pm
yes, janet, a precious gift. just when i needed it the most. thank you for reading. there's more stories to come. with gratitude.
11/19/2013 10:38:11 am
So sweet. Loved Mrs Hill and she always had candy in her mouth.... Very sweet letter
11/19/2013 11:26:06 pm
she always did, didn't she? she had to have that little piece of what was forbidden to get her through the day - or a spoonful of honey! with gratitude.
11/19/2013 11:22:17 am
I only met her briefly when I stayed with Mari for a few days, but she was such a sweet woman. You were so lucky to have her in your life.
11/19/2013 11:26:58 pm
luck is an understatement. you of all people know how rare and beautiful these women are. come back to georgia! with gratitude.
11/19/2013 11:24:30 am
What a sweet letter! I am so glad I had the opportunity to know your sweet mom! Bless you and your family Judy!!!
11/19/2013 11:28:17 pm
i'm glad you knew her. she was a gem, just like your family. we have to hold these people close. with gratitude.
11/20/2014 01:35:59 am
This really touches my heart. I lost both my parents in 2000 and 2001. Thanks for sharing. ♡
11/21/2014 06:32:38 am
Thank you Laurie. You never really get over losing mama and daddy. You just have to be thankful you were blessed with such a gift.
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Whether it is exploring this amazing world or being content on my own piece of real estate near Athens, Georgia, I'm spinning stories and fashioning tales from a Southern perspective. As an editor and writer, I get to meet incredible people and share their stories. As a photographer, I get to cement these moments in time. As a wife and mother, I'm always excited to see what's around the next corner, For it's anything but ordinary.