A Beautiful Reminder

I stumbled upon this today as I was sifting through the hundreds of e-mails in my deleted folder.  The e-mail was from one of my mom's faithful buyers of the Katy Blue collection of glassware. One of my tasks following my mom's death was to answer her e-mails. This was a response I received after notifying Verona my mom had died.

I reprinted the poem for my dad and it is displayed along side a 8x10 photograph of my mom that my dad loved and was displayed at her Memorial Service.

The picture Verona is referring to was a Mother's Day picture taken before she knew she was ill. As I approach Mother's Day this year with dread, as I do every year now, I found this to be a beautiful reminder of the impact my mom had on people around her. God's timing is perfect in finding this precious e-mail.


Dear Bonnie, Roger and Family,



I am your mom's eBay Katy Blue friend. I enjoyed my visits with your mom via the Internet and over the phone. We talked about a lot of different things. I wish I could have visited her in person. I hope I lifted her spirits when ever I could by a note or mailings. She sent me a beautiful picture of her girls, herself and the grand kids. You are in a woodsy setting sitting on a picnic bench and I have kept it by my computer. She sure was a precious and rare jewel. I am deeply sadden in my human heart to hear that Hilda has left us but at the same time, I know that she is resting comfortably with our Saviour--------that she has been called home to a better place. We who are left will miss her and we grieve. Life won't be the same for any of us, but all of us who were privileged to know her have been made better by her sweetness. I thought and prayed for your mom often and sensed lately that things might be not good. I so wanted to share with her my joy in my hummingbirds this summer.


I lost my father in 1997, to Alzheimer's and my brother in law to liver disease in 2005. I know how hard it is to watch our loved ones go through pain, suffering and deterioration. May you find comfort in celebrating her life for she truly was special. May God fill the void from Hilda's absence with hope and special memories shared together.


For me, one source that I found comfort from was Isaiah 57:1-2 and from this unauthored poem, that I share with you.




God saw she was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around her
And whispered, "Come to me."


With tearful eyes, we watched her
And saw her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her stay.


A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the BEST.



Thanks so much for letting me know about your Mom. I treasure her memory and am thankful for my time with her. Feel free to email me anytime. Take care of each other and treasure your moments.

With prayer and love, Verona