It has been a few busy weeks since I wrote. Since then, I have had the opportunity to think about life and death. Three weeks ago, I again served as an interpreter for a funeral. This was for a young man I interpreted for some years ago. His parents are wonderful, humble people. His mother has a stutter at times, and is quite shy, while his father was a humble, quiet man, content to serve without being a leader, who also had some health problems for many years. They have three children, two daughter, and a son, who is deaf. The father passed away after several months with cancer, having previously had major heart and other problems. I got a call asking me to interpret, which I did. The funeral was a celebration of the life of a humble servant of Jesus Christ, who knew where he was going. While his family will miss him greatly, they know of the plan of the Lord and that they will be reunited someday.
Last Friday, I again learned that a good friend from my paraeducator days at Highlands, Debbie, is dying of CJD, a disease similar to "mad cow" disease. Three months ago, she was fine, and in the next few weeks, she will leave this life. This time, the hope of a reunion with her family is unknown, her husband acknowledges no higher power of any kind.
Death comes to all, eventually, but how grateful I am to know that when the time comes for me, and for those I love, I know where we will go, and have the promise of a reunion in the presence of my Father.
I love each of you. Love, Mom
Monday, October 18, 2010
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