Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Hope of Glory

Taken in 1959 when my
 Mom was 22 years old.
Nancy K. Stout
San Francisco, Calif.
Today is the 7th anniversary
of my Mother's physical death.
It is amazing to think 7 years
have passed since that day I
saw her take her last breath.
As Mike said in our Christmas
letter that year,  "she believed
she would be healed until the
last moment and that is what
true faith is".   She was 67
years young.  She always
seemed young, that is why
it was a shock when she was
diagnosed with leukemia the
year before.    Sometimes it
seems like just yesterday
and other times forever.
  Her favorite bible verse
 was from Colossians 1:27
"Christ in you,
the hope of glory".
We had a plaque made with
that verse and placed it
on the railing of Capitola
Wharf as she loved the
ocean as much as me.  In
fact, I am sure that is where
 I get my love for the sea.

In October 2006, Mike and I,
 and my cousin Zona and her
 husband Howard, who came
out from Colorado, scattered her
 ashes in Monterey Bay.  I told my
Mom that I would not keep her
 ashes on a mantel or shelf.  I almost
 kept a bit to put in a pendant and
 now I am glad I didn't.  It took me
two years to get it done, and I
couldn't bear to go another
winter without finally doing it.
It was a perfect day and I
remember thinking "Dang, Mom
would have really loved to
be out on this boat". 
Which I guess she was.  :o)

All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next
 room I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
 that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which
you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity
or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the
 household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect,
 without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was,
 there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
 somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
--- Henry Scott Holland
I had a little card that someone
had given me that I think
had a lovely sentiment about
someone's passing, but I could
not find it anywhere!   I moved
it about a year ago and I have
hundred's of little places I
tuck things into, but I guess I
missed one !   So I went online
and found the above and below
poems that I am sure my Mom
would have liked.
Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning,
For I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
--- Hopi Grief Song/Prayer

 This is one of the last photos
 I have of my Mother and I.
  It is a bit grainy as I took a
 picture of the photo.
Actually all of the photos
on this post are taken that way.

Taken when I was about a year old.

When I come to the end of the day
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the maker's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds -
Miss me, but let me go.

1 comment:

Marie said...

Lori, this a lovely tribute. I know how rough that last year was for you and know you will be blessed for all you did. I can see your Mom in you. Funny how I never noticed that when I met her!

love you!