As we read in the book og Genises, the Lord God instructed Noah to build an ark and take two of every species of animal aboard to protect them from the forth coming flood.
In the period of eight months I lost two people who were very important to me, my grandmother
who died in June of 2003 and my mother who died in
Febuary of 2004.
I guess it was only appropriate that they went one after another. My mother always looked out for my grandmother. She made sure that my grandmother got out of the house to go shopping.
She also made sure my grandmother had books.
While it may not seem like much, it meant alot to
When people make Biblical analogies they usually
use Job, as in "She has the patience of Job"
In my mother's case that would be a fraudulent
analogy because there were times that she was
less than patient.
However, I feel safe in comparing her to Noah.
Like Noah she loved her Lord God and like Noah
she was a good person in a world full of evil.
Mom never went anywhere without her Bible. Even if she were just going for a ride in the car, she would take it with her to read. I don't know how
many times she read the Bible from cover to cover
before she died, but I know it was a lot.
Though she was an amputee in a wheelchair, Mom
was far from handicapped. From day one, she refused to be treated as a disabled person.The
only time she used her wheelchair was went she went out in public. At home she used her walker.
From the start she insisted on doing everything
for herself, much to the amazement of her doctors
who thought she would have to undergo therapy.
Mom's exceptance of her situation made it easier
for the rest of us to accept it.
When I think about my Grandmother, I think about
all the things I did with her when I was younger.
She taught me how to make my first cake when I was
in Girl Scouts and she taught me how to make stuffing one Thanksgiving. One time she invited
all the grandchildren to her house to do some paper mache. They say that experience is the best
teacher and in this case it was. My grandmother
did not make the same mistake with her great grandchildren!
Besides a lot of fond memories of the trips she took me on, I also inherited my love of literature
and writing from her, something I hadn't thought about until she died.
Its funny, but sometimes you don't realize how much people mean to until they die. Maybe that was
God's intention when he created death, to make us
appreciate what we have while we still have it.
Just as Noah took the animals two by two on to
the ark to protect them from the flood waters that
ravaged the earth, so God took my Mother and
Grandmother to Heaven to protect them from the aches and pains that plagued them here on Earth.