I wish to have a well-lived life, as did my mother. This picture, one month prior to her death, shows her alertness, her a huge smile, and her twinkling eyes. She was small in stature, but mighty in influence. She was instrumental in leading me to God. Her faith was unshakable, through thick or thin. She was never "things oriented," but God & His people-oriented, and she taught me to be likewise.
Mother modeled to children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren how to live a life of joy. Sping cleaning has a meaning of its own for me. Cupboards, walls, all nooks and crannies, and even the basement floor, received her attention. Summertime, every visitor drank the treat of chocolate malts in the special wavy-green glasses. In autumn, the Packers never had a more fervent supporter, and her yells of "Go, Baby, Go!!!" on a good run became legendary within the family. Wintertime, she would bundle up and join her family making snowmen. In all seasons, the smells of fresh cookies or of bread baking still evoke fond memories of Mother!
A well-lived life, full of joy. At peace with God until the end. Who could ever ask for more?
