PRECIOUS
Precious
in the sight of
the
Lord is the death
of
His saints.
Psalm
116:15
At
our house, it was a REALLY big weekend...some called it Memorial Day
but for my family and others among our friends and family, it was
Decoration Day. My Mother had saved up tomato juice cans mostly from
friends. We had some flower bushes in our yard. Mother went to the
local greenhouse to purchase other flowers to make up the difference.
As
a little girl, I remember going to three different cemeteries on
Memorial Day. The last one we went to was where my Dad's family is
buried. In fact, there on that day was also a huge dinner on the
grounds after all the decorating was finished. The men had used
their saw horses and planks to make the longest table ever. The
women put out all of their country cooking. Coffee and sweet iced
tea were both in abundance. We all ate, the adults sat around and
talked while all of us kids ran around, just goofing off. We had
been to three cemeteries, ate good food until we were about to pop
and then returned home.
Today
in most places, Memorial Day is just another day off of work. People
decorate the graves of loved ones and may have family gatherings, but
for me, for some reason, it it has always seemed lacking.
In
one of my Bibles beside the above verse, I have names listed. At my
age, there are many who have passed away but the ones I have listed
are really dear saints who had an influence in my life. That list
covers a lot of times and places. I've had to curtail the list
though. When I look at that list, sometimes I've become teary, but
most of the time, I smile.
This
year is different. I can't even bring myself to add Brian's name to
the list. As precious as all those folks are, it's just different
now. I used to watch “old folks” put flowers on spouses graves,
step back and dab their eyes with a wrinkled handkerchief. I didn't
get that part of it back then, but this year is different. My
precious one lies in a grave by a small town church in a mountain
cemetery. It was his choices...the plot and even much of the
stone/engravings. When I go to put my flowers on his grave, there
may be families there doing the same thing but maybe there will be a
little girl, curious about all of the goings on. That was me at one
time but now it's her.
In
a book I came across the neatest saying, that is designated as being
from an unknown contributor. It says:
“How
blessed I am to have known someone
who
was so hard to say goodbye to.”
That's
precious no matter how you look at it and just so very true. Take
time to remember with fondness and perhaps even a big smile when
someone's face comes to mind who has gone on before you. Don't
forget the Jesus who always remains with us to whom we never have to
say goodbye to. It's all precious...just so precious.
Thank
You dear God for the memories of so many who have given to us in so
many ways. Help us to be a grateful people by maintaining the faith,
standards and generosity they left behind for us. In Jesus' precious
name....Amen