Recently, our family- mom's side lost an aunt- 82 yrs young- Sade Mae Roebuck Lemkiehr not the right spelling. A friend lost a nephew, on her blog she posted:
What kind of life leaves nothing for the obituary? As it is, our entire life is condensed to just a few paragraphs of black and white letters...
(Me) our yrs are reduced to dates and dash in the middle that represents our lives. Would we live life more carefully if we knew that it would represent us. Some what to be remembered for their wealth and the money that they contributed in life. While what we do with it shows our life's priorities, it is not something I want to be remembered for. Some want to be remembered for the grand houses. A house is only a home when there is a family and love there, hospitality and warmth. While that is part of great memories, it is not the total picture. How do we live our lives, who do we live it for.
Sadly, I have a relative that wrote our home town paper and asked if he want them to write that he went to hell would they do it. They wrote back and said they would.
I want my dash to represent my 5 children - Rachel and Rebbecca who went to heaven before me. My others, Jason my soft heart phylospher, my daughter soft place in her heart for helping others, my 3rd child- sacrificing for his country- red, white, and blue runs through his veins. All have a love for our savior. My husband who was steady, faithful, and hard working- together we worked hard to bring these children to Him, to be giving, hard work citzen in life. No I never contributed to science, to music, to medicine directly. But my life's work is my children. Loving and giving to others. My life richeswere friends and family.
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