Thursday, April 4, 2013
Early Morning Walk...
The night lights were still on this morning as I walked through our neighborhood. I mused about the busy week of travel and fun and sorrow. We enjoyed a wonderful Easter visit with our Little Men & Co.. But, lost a most special Aunt on Easter Sunday, too.
After returning home Monday, I traveled to West Texas for her funeral Tuesday and home again yesterday. There were a lot of miles to think.
Aunt Dot was one of two women who I most wanted "to be like when I grew up". Miss Ellen, the second of the two, passed away last fall. Both women were incredibly GRACIOUS. They extended a warmth that made everyone they met feel special. Highest of high or lowest of low. They had a deep, gentle respect for all souls.
They were smart. And, wise.
They were STRONG women. Fiercely loyal. Fiercely loving. You would not want to tangle with either of them, especially over their families or their convictions. They were spitfires.
On the other hand, they exuded kindness and compassion. Both worked as nurses. Both raised families. Neither was exempt from hardship, heartache or disappointment; yet, neither allowed those times to define them. They faced troubles head-on and moved forward.
They were not frivolous or silly women; yet their laughs were easy, their smiles contagious and their eyes danced with love. Love of life. Of God. Of family and friends.
They lived their lives with a strong sense of self and honor and integrity. They were humble. Both made you want to be a better person. Because they were.
They selflessly gave of themselves to others... always. Yet, it was not in a martyr-like way or out of sense of obligation or duty... they gave from a place of strength and joy.
I will never forget the first Thanksgiving morning I felt that joy...
I was the only one up in the dark, early morning hours washing the turkey to stuff and get cooking so that it would be ready at lunch... the house was quiet. Now, there had been many times before when I would be up alone doing "work" for a day that I would have had a pity-party for myself. Not this Thanksgiving morning... I felt such a sense of peace and such a flood of love and gratitude... a closeness to God... all pouring into the washing and preparing of that turkey for my family... The blessing was all mine.
I know now that was the way Aunt Dot did it... with love... and with joy.
I'm not always successful in remembering that moment or the way to serve with love; but, I am ever, ever grateful for knowing women who could.... who did... every. single. day. They had a Gift and they shared it with all of us who were fortunate enough to be blessed by having them in our lives.
I'm runnin' out of daylight to "be like them when I grow up"... I hope in some way they both know how deeply I admire and respect their strength and their graciousness... And, how I know I'll never make it, but they still make me want to be better than I am...
Until later, Aunt Dot and Miss Ellen...
As Aunt Dot would say, "Just remember who you are."
blessings ~ tanna