
My mother died this morning at 8:15.
What is ironic is that she was also born on the 4th of July. While I’m sad and grieving, it is a relief that her suffering is now over and that she is with God in heaven. How can you say that one asks? My mother was a born again Christian, not just a Christian in name…… which means she accepted Jesus Christ as her personal savior.
Her memory and legacy will go on. The picture above is the Faye Simonds Day Lilly, named for her last year due to her love of flowers.
My sister wrote a beautiful eulogy. Here is a portion of it:
For years, my parents and I have attended the Bach Festival Society’s annual performance together. This past February, I had the pleasure of attending the Bach Festival performance with my mother and my cousin Josie. As we sat together enjoying the beauty of the St. John’s Passion, I looked over at my mother as tears streamed down her face and I knew that she was preparing in her heart to meet her Savior soon, and that she was praising God for the gift of eternal life with Him that He had so graciously given her. In closing, I would like to repeat a portion of the beautiful words of the Passion According to St. John, written by J.S. Bach that touched her heart so deeply:
This setting takes place at the Crucifixion of Jesus, as He bowed his head and breathed His last breath:
O Thou my Saviour, give me answer, dearest Saviour.
Since Thou upon Thy cross are crucified, and Thyself hast said:
“It is fulfilled.”
Shall I from death be ever free?
Can I through Thy despair and Passion, the heavenly home inherit?
Is all the world redeemed today?
Thou canst for pain indeed not answer,
yet bowest Thou Thy head to say, in silence: “Yea!”
Jesus Thou who once wast dead,
Livest now forever.
When the path of death I tread,
Let my seeking never
Elsewhere than to Thee be turned,
O beloved Saviour!
Give me but what Thou hast earned,
More I do not pray for.
Help, O Jesus, God’s own Son,
Through thy bitter anguish,
That the favor Thou hast won
Evil deeds may vanquish.
How and why our Saviour died
We must ponder truly,
And, though weak, leave naught untried,
Lord, to thank Thee duly.
Rest well, Beloved, sweetly sleeping,
That I may cease from further weeping,
Rest well, rest well,
And let me, too, rest well.
The grave that is prepared for Thee
And holds no further pain for me,
Doth open Heaven to me,
And close the gates of Hell.
O Lord, Thy little angel send,
Whene’er my mortal life shall end,
To bear my soul to Heaven!
My body in its chamber sleep,
All torment do Thou distant keep,
Till Thy last call be given!
And then from death awaken me,
That these poor eyes their Lord may see,
See Son of God, Thy glorious face,
My Saviour and my fount of grace!
Lord Jesus Christ, O hear Thou me,
Thee will I praise eternally.