We came home just before the storm hit and we spent the next few days, holed up inside our homes, crying over the phone together, texting one another till late in the night, and reminiscing about our life, Linda’s life and how she blessed us and everyone else. I spend hours making a PowerPoint for her viewing. Our sister bond deepened, and we learned some valuable lessons from this difficult journey. Is that not what difficult journeys are supposed to do. . . teach us valuable lessons. We were once again reminded of how short life really is, how fragile relationships are and what we get distracted with is not really all that important. We agreed we could have loved her better and we vowed to love one another better while time is on our side.
After our viewing with family, we will travel 300+ miles to Spur, Texas where she wanted to be buried with the rest of our family, both of our parents, grandparents, uncle, and three baby brothers she never met are laid to rest there. She received her reward and is dancing with her Bridegroom and who knows, she might even be dancing with my husband. But make no mistake, she is free and happy, in Glory Land, released from her broken body and this broken world.
We rejoice and celebrate her life. She was always helping others, sometimes to her own detriment. When we were young, she aspired to be a missionary. Recently I told her she fulfilled her dream. She really was a missionary; it just didn’t look like the traditional view we had when we were children. Years ago, missionaries went off to foreign lands and stayed away for months or years. Linda didn’t go anywhere, but she did fulfill her dream to be a missionary. She did not have any children of her own, but she had many children. She helped raise her husband’s children and then she raised her step-grandson. She called him Son and he called her Mom. There were lots of struggles, through those years with an alcoholic husband and the grandson’s mom who would come and get him, and then when she couldn’t keep him, she would bring him back and Linda would take over. There was physical, emotional, and verbal abuse, but Linda persevered for the children she loved. Then later Linda helped raise her four step-great-grandchildren. She loved those babies more than life and would have done anything to help them. She took them to church, and we have a picture of one of them holding a baptism certificate. Might I just add, if you have not received Jesus as your personal Savior, don't hesitate. Find someone and ask questions about that before it is too late.
She was a light to everyone who knew her. She continued to love everyone always and unconditionally. She was the epitome of Paul’s admonition to “be content in whatever circumstances.” We would try to convince Linda to move closer to us, but she told me recently, “I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food in my fridge, a little money in the bank, and my community of friends. We look out for each other; what more could I ask for?” This was Linda. She never complained about her situation and she never had her hand out.
We are going to miss her terribly…so much so that I called her phone the other night, just to hear her voice and then I left her a mushy, “I love you,” message with tears and all.
Okay, Big Sis. Until we meet again, I know you will be “Dancing in the Sky.” Love and hugs.
Singing In The Sky
Dani & Lizzy