That's what her children, all five of them, did today.. rising "up to call her blessed." They memorialized their Mother Lorraine, January 2, 1919-September 28, 2018,...yes, over one hundred years old. The "children's choir" sang and the youngest child was born in 1953. Her short term memory had been gone for awhile but deep in her being she never forgot her kind, gracious, positive outlook, She epitomized the joy of living positively in the moment extending grace to her companions in the memory care unit and all whom she met.
During my working years I noticed the effect on me when I was in the presence of a grateful person. Perhaps Lorraine, because she lived years and years in gratitude it soaked so completely into her being that when much else was lost, she remained a beacon of light. Today there was eloquent testimony to her life filled with gratitude.
Mother-in-law jokes? Au contraire...her sons-in-law also rose up to "call her blessed," acknowledging deep grief at her death at age 100. It's an odd experience to become an orphan no matter how old we are when it happens but what a gift to be able to call the deceased blessed.
Takk for alt,
Al
From The Little House on the Prairie
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