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i'll read this at your funeral
by Angela Thomasthere are some things that i understand and others that i don't. i get that death is a part of life, i don't understand why and how certain things happen though. i don't know that any of us can truly understand that. what i know in my heart to be true is that life is like a giant salted ocean, vast, wide, full of unexplained territories and different terrains. fifty five years ago, god dipped a teaspoon into that ocean and formed a unique and beautiful person, my mother. and just like every other teaspoon he's plucked from the water and held high above, with the sunlight beaming off the water, this act changed it. it made it different from the body of water. and mom was always very different. she was truly a selfless person, a mother to not only me and my brother, but everyone who met her. her work ethic was unparalleled and a part of what made her so unique and successful. she was a chef, a curator of human beauty, and finally a liaison for people guiding them to make one of the most important decisions of their lives. she understood people like no one else i've ever met. i was always afraid to bring my boyfriend home for that very reason! but i also knew in my heart that no matter what, she would accept whatever choices in life me or my brother made. because she understood that just like herself, we were plucked from the same ocean, in a differently gilded teaspoon, and held high above the same ocean that was, in god's good grace, and in her image. i see so much of her in myself and i am honored, i always have been, and have always wanted to be just like my mommy. she made me strong enough to share this with all of you today. and as a part of life, god is the only one who knows when he's ready to let the teaspoon dip back into the ocean again. to allow the bit of water and an individual to flow back into the universe. the teaspoon may retire, it may no longer glint in the sun, but that does not make the water it held any less a part of the ocean. i know that she is returned to god and at peace now. as for us, we need to let the sun warm the metal that holds our water. we need to remember our friend, our lover, our mother, who passed and is returned with us. mommy, i love you, i love you. thank you. 03/18/2010 Posted on 03/18/2010
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/18/10 at 04:31 PM A BEAUTIFUL tribute to your Mother. I lost my Mother 3 years ago. It was (and still remains) a terrible loss. She was a great woman and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. G-d took her; it was her time; she knew it. You made your Mother very proud. I'm sorry for your loss. I only hope that writing this helped you. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/19/10 at 04:10 PM "she understood people like no one else i've ever met"
Hang on to this gift. |
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