.My dear mother left this world three years ago. May her gentle soul rest in peace. Mama, you meant so much to me as I was an only child to you. I thank God for the grace and fortitude to bear the loss and emptiness your demise caused me. I still remember the last words for you in the program of that last day. “Good night Mama” “Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? Are not his days also like hireling? The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more. As the cloud is consumed and vanished away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. He shall return no more to his house; neither shall his place know him any more”. Job 7:1, 8-10 “Mama”, though mother of many but special to the only begotten, Marg. Ever to be remembered. “Death” you are so powerful to have made mama not to answer her beloved daughter “Marg” with that sweet, sonorous, and angelic voice. My spirit dampened when that sweet voice of yours changed. Alas mama is gone! My “Sweet Mother” no qualities can tell what you meant to us. Your love for me and the children were immeasurable such that if it were within our reach to repay you with the heavens we would gladly do. Your love for us was incomprehensible. You stood for us, you nurtured us , you prayed and sang for us, you were not ordinary, like the lioness you prowled/ skulked for us, all that we learnt and exhibit was not without your tutelage , In my primary days the sight of you gave me strength and refreshed my bones. You were the only mother who cried with the daughter on my first day in secondary school. You couldn’t bear to see us cry and suffer in pains, you preferred to trek for us to drive in a car. During my labour if it were possible you showed you could bear for me. You mothered and nurtured the children with me; and left when they would have started to appreciate you. Oh! Death, you are treacherous. Even in your last days, you valued my joys and wishes; you held on for me to ensure my golden birthday was not marked with tears, which unfortunately could not be celebrated with you in the hospital bed. You passed to mark my crown with gold. “Mama”, you have created a vacuum in my life, which only God can fill. If nature will grant me the grace of longer days and wisdom, I will write a book in your memory. Mama, I know you heard me as I spoke a few hours before you passed on that early Friday afternoon: “If it were possible to keep you alive, or could see death physically as Jacob did the angel, I would have wrestled and stopped it. With total submission, the will of God is the best. “ We are consoled by the following: “And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, write, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth: yea saith the spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.”Rev 14:13 Mama, your good works have followed you; with tears I bid you goodbye. May your gentle soul rest peacefully in the bosom of our Lord till we meet to part no more. From your beloved daughter Marg
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 06:34:37 +0000
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