Dear Readers,
Lately
my heart has been hurting because I am going to lose someone I love so
very much. The doctors say it is just a matter of time but they can not
give us a set time frame at this moment. She has some very severe health
problems including a bad heart and a bad spleen and cancer that is starting
to claim her body. She is not a candidate for surgery because it would
be futile.
My
Mother-In-Law and I have been very close from the first day we met over
14 years ago. She loves me no matter what and lets it be known to all.
Her own children have many times been jealous of our closeness.
No
matter what happened between her son and me, she still calls me her daughter
and 99 per cent of the time it was my side of the fence she stood on when
Ralph and I squabbled.
She
has defended me like a Mother lion, against my own family at times and
against anyone else who may say something against me.
She
calls me on the phone and I call her weekly. Some of you may recall she
came to stay here with me for awhile last year. I thank God for that time
with her more than ever now.
Some
nights I cry myself to sleep knowing how much I will miss this woman who
has meant so much to my life. Or I hang the phone up after we chat and
the tears come because I know one day soon I will not hear her voice again.
I thank
God for all the memories she and I have made over the years and for all
the times she tells me how much she loves me and is thankful to have me
in her life.
I thank
God for the times she and I have disagreed as well, because it taught us
both something. It taught us to respect one another and to allow one another
our opinion even if we did not totally agree. She and I have done a lot
of compromising over the years.
The
one thing that makes me still feel good inside is when I hear her say,
"My son could not have made a better choice than when he chose you." To
me that is one of the highest compliments a Mother-in-law can pay to her
Daughter-In-Law.
Ralph
and I have parted and been back together a couple of times over the 14
and a half years since we started out, but regardless, my Mother-In-Law
has never been one to judge me too harshly and instead was always sure
it was because of something her son did to tick me off.
I am
not saying she has not had her hand in there now and then when it shouldn't
have been but when she did it was usually to defend me and to tell her
son to wake up because he would never find anyone else like me. Ralph tells
me I am so very much like her. I am not sure if that is good or bad sometimes
but it suits me just fine.
This
woman had 9 children, two of whom have passed on already. She worked outside
the home, buried 2 husbands and a gentleman friend that she was with for
many years. Still she picked herself up and moved on.
Still
she has the time to sit and listen to anyone who may have a problem or
need a shoulder to lean on. She has stood behind and loved dearly her youngest
son who has been in prison for over 18 years.
She
has watched some of her children and grandchildren go through drug abuse
and alcohol abuse and still loved them as only a Mother and a grandmother
is capable of loving..from her heart. She has more grandchildren than I
can count and great grandchildren and great great grandchildren.
I have
learned much from my Mother-in-law. Much more than maybe I am ever willing
to admit. But the lessons she has taught me will remain with me always.
As will her loving memory once she is gone from this world.
My
Mother-In-Law is a tough old bird to say the least and she is never short
for words whether they are appropriate or not. She has faced death a couple
of times in her life and is still here to tell about it. This time however
the doctors say she will lose. It is just a matter of time.
Some
of the things she has taught me are between the two of us and God. However,
the poem below is one that I will remember her by and I wanted to share
it with you because I hope when my time comes I will be remembered the
same way.
Until
next time...
hugs,
Misker
How
Do You Live Your Dash?
I read
of a man who stood to speak
At
the funeral of a friend.
He
referred to the dates on her tombstone
From
the beginning...to the end.
He
noted that first came her date of birth
And
spoke the following date with tears,
But
he said what mattered most of all
Was
the dash between those years. (1934 -1998)
For
that dash represents all the time
That
she spent alive on earth...
And
now only those who loved her
Know
what that little line is worth.
For
it matters not, how much we own;
The
cars...the house...the cash,
What
matters is how we live and love
And
how we spend our dash.
So
think about this long and hard...
Are
there things you'd like to change?
For
you never know how much time is left,
That
can still be rearranged.
If
we could just slow down enough
To
consider what's true and real,
And
always try to understand
The
way other people feel.
And
be less quick to anger,
And
show appreciation more
And
love the people in our lives
Like
we've never loved before.
If
we treat each other with respect,
And
more often wear a smile..
Remembering
that this special dash
Might
only last a little while.
So,
when your eulogy's being read
With
your life's actions to rehash...
Would
you be proud of the things they say
About
how you spent your dash?
Author
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