Last year, on the 18th of October, I lost someone incredibly important to me. Tonight I found my written tribute to her: Some already know that my 3rd Novel involves a fictionalization of someone that I love very much, my Mamaw. Today she passed away at 97 years old. Here is my tribute to this honorable woman: My hero--my heroine--has died. My mind and heart are numb. I am at a loss for words to know that the woman who showed me God, who prayed for my protection during my darkest days, who fought for me behind the scenes is gone from this earth. Mamaw, I dont know what Im going to do knowing that I no longer get to see you. The opportunity is no longer mine. It seemed youd be around forever, eclipsing my own stay on this planet, but I was, and am, sorrowfully incorrect. 97 years of life. So many years of influencing and impacting lives. So many people whose lives are forever changed because of the love and faith that you shared so freely. When I was 8 years old I got to see first-hand how grief-stricken you were at the loss of your husband, your leader, you lover, your best friend--your Man. Your sorrow shook me to my core. I had never seen or felt such loss in another person. I had no idea the depth of the love the two of you shared. Separated far too soon and yet reunited this very day. My heart now sings praise to God that He is Good! God reunites those whose hearts are rooted in His love and Sacrifice and Forgiveness. As strong as the love was/is that you and Papaw shared, the love the two of you had for Jesus was even stronger! After being welcomed home to Paradise--to Heaven--Im sure it was Jesus extreme pleasure to reintroduce you to a man who has been waiting for your purpose on Earth to be complete. May the two of you now enjoy everlasting life ... together! Im now looking to the day when I, too, will be reunited with the two of you, with a slew of other friends and family members who have come, and will come, to know Christ as a result of me having lived and having been obedient to share Jesus. All of the people that have ever heard the name of Jesus from my lips, from my typed words, from the actions of my life, are a result of you, my dear Mamaw, having handed the knowledge--the reality--of another world to me; a world called Heaven. Your prayers and love and words protected me from suicide when I was 16 years old. And having been protected from physical death, I was also safe from Hell, after Jesus made Himself real to me. Thank you, Mamaw, for loving me enough to pray for me and to talk with me about whats truly important. Thank You, Father God, for making my Mamaw a woman of God. Thank you for letting me know her for so long. Mamaw, I love you. Mamaw, I miss you. Goodbye for a little while. ~ Frankie
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 04:13:01 +0000
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