Today marks one year that I have been without my mom. Grief is such a strange thing. Sometimes there are so many words inside but I don't know how to say them. Sometimes there are no words, just impressions. I feel it most acutely while watching my kids play and knowing I can't share this with my mom. She loved them so much, just as much I do, and she got so much joy from them. I just hurts to know I can't share her with Joel and that he will never know her. That just seems so strange to me, that someone so instrumental in your life will never know your child who is a large part of my life. Life is full of changes and I don't always like changes. When I was a child I cried because my balloon lost air and I knew I couldn't keep it forever.
I miss my mom, but I also miss my friend. That unconditional friendship where you can whine and complain and now that she'll still love you and you don't have to worry about it.
Following is the speech I gave at my mom's memorial service last year. That was also a strange thing. I do not like speaking in front of groups ( unless it is a group of 30 teenager where I try to cram math into their brains...). But I knew right away I needed to speak for her . When I wrote this out, the words just poured out of me. It was like someone else took over and wrote the words for me. It must have been the Holy Spirit.
--------------------------------------------
How do you sum up a life in 10 minutes? A lifetime of memories. I want to express to you today what was important to my mom, and what she would want you to know about her. I want you to know why she was so special to me.
Loving
It’s only recently, since I have had children of my own, that I have come to realize the depth of her love for my brother and me. All of those poopy diapers, late night feedings, clean ups, and sicknesses that you never know anything about as a child. As a mother myself, now I appreciate all of those things she did for me. She used to tell me when I was a child that I wasn’t getting married until I was 35. Of course, I just rolled my eyes and said “whatever”. Now I understand what she meant. She just loved us so much she couldn’t bear the thought of giving us up. More recently she had a new role in her life: that of Grandmother. She cherished this role and loved Micah and Joel very much. She called Micah, “her baby” and treated him like she was her child. I would take Micah to the TSC to eat lunch with mom and dad. Micah would get paraded around to meet everyone. Anyone who knew Sharon knew Micah and saw 10-12 pictures. In California, every so often I would get a phone call and it would be mom announcing she missed her baby and she was coming to visit.
Giving
My mother is one of the most unselfish and giving people that I know. She had a true servant’s heart. As my dad said, he just came to accept the fact that she would just give away all they had. I remember her saying frequently “oh well, its only money”. If she knew someone was in need, she would help them out. This included the small ways. She would give you the last cookie or go to the restaurant you wanted. She was generous with her time as well. People always came first. We lived in Southern California for 12 years. During that time if I ever asked her to come help me she was quick to jump on a plane and come. Now I am so grateful for those visits. I also remember her attending every event in my life, big or small, far or near.
Strong:
My mother was also a very strong person. I remember her as a drill instructor as a child. Several times I was sent back to clean the bathroom for a 2nd or 3rd time because it didn’t pass “inspection”. Discipline was swift and quick! I didn’t appreciate it at the time but now I do and I try to discipline and train my children as my mom and dad did to me. She started and ran a preschool at our church in Hawaii. It became one of the best preschools in the area with a long waiting list—due to her planning and organization. My mom’s strength was very apparent when she was diagnosed with cancer. She never looked back, she just asked, “okay, what are we going to do to fix it this time?”
Faithful
We put together some pictures and music that you will see. One of the songs is called “Blessed be the Name”. When I first heard it on the radio last year I instantly thought of my mom. I believe God gave me this song for today. Here are some of the lyrics:
Blessed be your name in the land that is plentiful, where your streams of abundance flow. Blessed be your name when I’m found in the desert place, though I walk through the wilderness, blessed be your name. Blessed be your name when the sun’s shining down on me, when the world’s all as it should be, blessed be your name. Blessed be your name on the road marked with suffering, though there’s pain in the offering, blessed be your Name. Every blessing you pour out, I’ll turn back to praise. When the darkness closes in Lord, still I will say: Blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be His glorious name. You give and take away, my heart will choose to say blessed be Your name. “
Just like the verse from Job that Richard read earlier: through all the tumors and sickness with cancer never once did she blame God. She saw it as an opportunity to show how faithful God was to her. She chose to bless God. Paul said in 1 Cor 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” We see this lived out in my Mom. She had such a great attitude and the only way that was possible was through the relationship she has with Jesus Christ. Her faith was not a crutch, no, the Lord was her rock. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that today, as we remember her, she would want the focus not to be on her, but on the work of the Savior in her life. She would want you to investigate her faith and to know Jesus.
Closing:
Loving, giving, strong, faithful. That is my Mom.
What will I miss the most about my mom? I’ll miss her smile, her contagious laughter. I’ll miss the way she would be so excited for any good news I told her. I’ll miss my cheerleader and the shoulder to cry on. I’ll miss the unconditional love. Most of all I’ll miss her voice at the other end of the phone saying “hi, doll”.
Many of you had not seen my mom in recent months. Please know that’s ok. Her body and mind were shutting down. She wouldn’t have wanted you to remember her that way. Instead, remember her at work: full of life, bounding around the building, wanting to know everyone’s business. Remember her at church: playing the piano or clavinova, singing her heart out. Remember her at home: baking special dairy-free cookies for Micah, laughing, cross stitching, sewing, doing crosswords. Think of her as she is right now: a new body, finally rid of cancer, running and jumping, nothing hurting. Praise God! And that’s exactly what she is doing: basking in the glory of her Father; praising Him:
“Day and night they never stop saying: Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty, Who was and is and is to come.” Rev 4:8
When I was a kid I would ask a million questions. I drove my mom and dad crazy. Just ask my dad. Why is the sky blue? Why is the water salty? Why did God tell Noah to use gopher wood? Who wrote Hebrews? Mom would always patiently try to answer as many as she could or take me to the library to get a book. But when it got to the point where she couldn’t answer or find an answer she would say “well, one day when we get to heaven we can ask Jesus”. So, Mom, make sure you ask those questions for me. When I see you again, I’ll be sure to ask you!