Mama has joined the angels. Her two year battle with cancer is over. Helen Linscott Moore Bollier passed away, but she was victorious.
My mother was a woman of strong and abiding faith. When she knew the fate which awaited her, she was not fearful, but accepting and ready to leave this world when the time came. She tried treatment, and that seemed to work for a while, although it took a heavy toll on her. She made a decision to decline further treatment about a year ago.
Nine years ago I began taking Mama to lunch every other week at a favorite restaurant, where she always ordered the fried shrimp. The platter came with fries, coleslaw, hush puppies, and Texas toast. There were eight fairly good sized shrimp. Mama always ate the entire meal, and she was a woman who always kept her weight under one thirty five. She had a Coke with her meal. Every time. We never hurried. We were there to eat and talk about anything and everything.
For years, Mama and I had our lunches every other week. We usually met on a day she had been to her Ladies' Bible Study at Friendship Harbor Church. She loved her church more than life itself. She often attended some church function there four days a week.
During our lunches, we talked about everything in our lives from her early childhood to the present day. We talked about her Daddy. We talked about my Daddy - her first husband and the father to her children. We talked about my childhood, the happy times, the conflicts, the growing pains. As adults in our middle and late lives, respectively, we had a sensible look backward to a time we were both much younger. It was a wonderful, emotionally fulfilling experience.
When we had our lunches, I always kissed my Mama and told her I loved her, every time. We made our last years together our best years together.
The last time I saw Mama conscious - the last time I told her I loved her and she whispered likewise to me - was about thirty six hours before she passed away. My sister Beverly was there.
All three of us knew this was likely to be our last conversation. We told Mama how much we loved her, and how she had been a great mother to us. I thanked her for carrying me inside her for nine months, for nursing me, for raising me to adulthood. As we talked, Mama had a heavenly glow that could only be described as "pure love." I've never seen anything like it. Bev saw it, too. Mama looked completely at peace. She had an inner glow that seemed to light up her face. I felt like we had a window into heaven through her eyes and her countenance.
Mama is with the angels. She was my mother - my angel - and I thank her for giving me life.
© 2014, Jim “Pappy” Moore,
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