Friday August 21, 2020
Dear Mom,
By now you have had time to settle into your mansion that God promised and prepared for you while you were busy here on earth serving, and being loved by others. The Bible says that as a Christian we receive rewards and crowns for all the good we did on earth in the name of Jesus. You stepped up to every challenge and trial that comes with life, and never complained: “Why is this happening to me.” You simply said “You just have to make the most of it.” No doubt your Christian life here on earth has earned you many crowns in heaven, for your selflessness, and the sacrifices you made here on earth.
When Pop died it was very difficult for you, and though Mike and Al were by your side helping your through it; Sue and I only brought a few weeks of comfort since we could only stay a few days because of our living in LA at the time. It was a bitter-sweet moment for you which you had to “Make the most of.” But God was good to you and brought Stephen into your life. Another wonderful man to share your life with, without the cares and challenges of raising a family as you had to do with your four children, with me being the rambunctious one.
I remember your ability to accept the pets I had as a child. My kindergarten teacher started the ball rolling by suggesting that you should buy me a gold fish or a turtle. Why she said that I’ll never know, but you allowed me to have an aquarium, which in time I grew tired of and decided to fill the tank with baby alligators, lizards, and other crawling creatures. You never minded them as long as I never asked you to hold them.
Then came the love of my life: music. A talent which you nurtured and supported by buying me a guitar at age 12 (and many more thereafter), and a piano later on. But with your encouragement came your divinely-given patience; having to listen to me and my band rehearse in our porch at earsplitting levels. But over the years the music got better and you told me when I moved to California it felt to you like someone died, since you missed the excitement of me and my oldies band rehearsing in the basement every Tuesday night. But still you were happy for me to leave home so I could start a new life for myself by leaving the nest.
I’m sorry that it may be sounding like I am writing more about myself than about you but your sacrifices and caring helped me become the Christian man that I am today. Beyond all of that your generosity went over and above all our expectations. Having taken Carmen and me, and other family members many times on vacations to Europe and Canada, and giving your children gifts for no special occasion, you never stopped loving us, and trying to be the best mother a mother can be.
So for now I’ll simply say that I look forward to the day when I will be reunited with You, Pop, Stephen, Mike, Michael William, and all of our family in Heaven, because I know, no doubt you are looking forward to sharing eternity with all of the people you have shared your life with here on earth.
I love you Mom.
Bill