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The Memorial.
Mar. 29th, 2005 01:00 pmIt was a nice day out today. Not a lot of sun, which was good, because sun on tear blinded eyes can be murder. The wind was blowing gently and the clouds were not threatening and the world turned 'round and 'round.
Today was the day they buried Sherry's mother. I didn't know her very well. I had experienced her, but sitting in the church, seeing the folks that turned out, I knew that she must have been an incredible person. The family section took up a full 1/2 of the middle of the church and it was full. Folks came in and respectfully took their seats and the hush that was over the crowd was the hush a dignitary receives. This was a woman people loved, this was a woman people respected.
She broke free of this world on Friday the 25th of March, 2005, which coincided with Good Friday, the day that is traditionally the day Christians worship as the day that The Christ also broke free of this world. It appeared as if it was an event specifically engineered for Billie to make her exit. She was a woman of very strong faith, very active in her church and a woman who deserved the very best her God could offer.
The ministers had some wonderful things to say, but the most poignant came from her grandchildren, and not a dry eye in the house was to be found. What they said, in a nutshell, was this (and excuse me for putting it in my own words, which cannot do the true sentiment justice): "Granny, you were a heck of a person. You taught us well, you taught us self-reliance, you gave us food, shelter and love, even when we didn't need it. You brought us Life Lessons, and now you give us the Greatest Lesson of all; how to move on without you. YOU will be missed" These are the sentiments I heard from every voice that spoke. These are the feelings I felt when I looked around at the other's seated in their pews. Such was the effect on the folks that knew her that I could not help but be moved to my own tears and I felt a little poorer for having not known her.
She, I think I can justly say, was, and still is, a force to be reckoned with. Blessed Trip, Billie Adams. Your Soul lives on with the lessons you taugh.
Rev. CjB
Today was the day they buried Sherry's mother. I didn't know her very well. I had experienced her, but sitting in the church, seeing the folks that turned out, I knew that she must have been an incredible person. The family section took up a full 1/2 of the middle of the church and it was full. Folks came in and respectfully took their seats and the hush that was over the crowd was the hush a dignitary receives. This was a woman people loved, this was a woman people respected.
She broke free of this world on Friday the 25th of March, 2005, which coincided with Good Friday, the day that is traditionally the day Christians worship as the day that The Christ also broke free of this world. It appeared as if it was an event specifically engineered for Billie to make her exit. She was a woman of very strong faith, very active in her church and a woman who deserved the very best her God could offer.
The ministers had some wonderful things to say, but the most poignant came from her grandchildren, and not a dry eye in the house was to be found. What they said, in a nutshell, was this (and excuse me for putting it in my own words, which cannot do the true sentiment justice): "Granny, you were a heck of a person. You taught us well, you taught us self-reliance, you gave us food, shelter and love, even when we didn't need it. You brought us Life Lessons, and now you give us the Greatest Lesson of all; how to move on without you. YOU will be missed" These are the sentiments I heard from every voice that spoke. These are the feelings I felt when I looked around at the other's seated in their pews. Such was the effect on the folks that knew her that I could not help but be moved to my own tears and I felt a little poorer for having not known her.
She, I think I can justly say, was, and still is, a force to be reckoned with. Blessed Trip, Billie Adams. Your Soul lives on with the lessons you taugh.
Rev. CjB
