When we die, most of us will want to be remembered well. We hope the positive memories will far outweigh the negative. Our deepest desire will be that we made the world a better place just by being in it. As a Christian, I would hope others got at least a glimpse of Jesus as they interacted with me. I, for one, want to be remembered well.
My sweet mother-in-law (mom), went to heaven yesterday. In a wisp of a second, she escaped this world and entered into her forever home. She is no longer a wayfaring stranger – she is safe and secure, happy and whole-in glory. Hallelujah!
She will be remembered well. She never met a stranger and treated everyone as equals. She never looked down on any person, in any situation. She loved everyone.
And everyone loved her!
When you were with her, she had a knack for making you certain that you were her favorite person. She never said an unkind word about anyone – even if there was just cause. She just didn’t do it.
She devoted herself to raising her children (I’m glad she did since I married one of her sons)! When I married her son, I became her daughter. She never treated me as anything less. I was her daughter, and at the tender age of 16, I gained a second mom.
When our son was born (her first grandchild), her gift of mothering, shifted into grandmother-ing. She was the best “Nannie,” and was deeply treasured by him and the ten that came after him.
She always put others ahead of herself. We rarely had a sit-down meal with her because she never sat down! She was too busy filling our cups, giving us an extra roll and gathering it all up when we had finished our food. She truly enjoyed serving her family and friends.
She had a genuine servants heart- like none I’ve ever seen before. She took items to other residents of the nursing home on her daily visits to care for her own mother. Actually, she introduced my children to the act of service when they were very young. Back then, she would take them to a nursing home where she made weekly visits to give manicures and a listening ear to the lonely souls residing there. My young children made many “friends” at that nursing home, and as adults, they have very fond memories of the trips they made there.
If you had a favorite dessert or treat, you could count on it being prepared for you if you were visiting. Your favorite, and everyone else’s favorite too. She just cooked as many as she needed to in order to cover it all.
On your birthday, you would have a morning wake-up call, and she would serenade you with “Happy Birthday!” Every. Year. Without. Fail.
It was her way, and we will miss it.
She was an excellent role model of what a wife and mother should look like—patient, loving, kind, forgiving, and full of honor and dignity. She lived and loved with her whole self.
I could go on forever.
But I will end here…
…she was a small person. She was 4’11 and always weighed well under a hundred pounds. One thing she always did with the grandchildren (and great-grands) was to “measure” them against her tiny frame. She would draw them to her, place her hand on top of their head and exclaim at how much they were growing. It didn’t take long for them all to surpass her, yet she’d still measure and marvel.
Nannie, no one will ever measure up to you! You stand head and shoulders above the rest!!
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Annie Clyde Smith Sims ( Nannie)
You will be
go rest high up on that mountain