When we lost our mother, more than 36 years ago, there were a host of emotions invading my mind and my body. I wondered why people were still moving around, did they know my mama just died? Why didn't the world stop for a moment of silence? How could everybody just keep moving around like nothing happened? I could not think I was in disbelief, I was hurting. I never wanted to feel that pang of grief ever again. And God kept it at bay for a very long time.
We were reminded that no one is exempt from losing a family member, or loved one. God has the final word in who will leave this natural place of existence; and on December 4, 2016 Moochie was "properly relieved from her post".
It really doesn't matter what the age, the pain is still pain. It doesn't matter if the transition was expected or sudden, the loss is still felt. What takes away some of the pain is knowing that she lived the best life she could. She lived it enjoying what she did. Her desire was to please the Lord and she did that very well. She worked for God for the majority of her adult life; and now she is resting from her labor. She is not concerned with the cares of this world any longer. My sister is sleeping the sleep of peace right now. Not to be disturbed by anyone until the last trump of God is sounded.
I know that, if it were possible, she would have been shaking her head at her sisters during her home going service with that crooked smile on her face( see picture top left). She would have been laughing with us at the hotel as we reminded one another of the days events. She would have laughed with her family as Tweety and Hutt imitated Niece's emotional breakdown at her service Wednesday. She would have held us as we cried and mourned for her; if it were possible.
When Mama passed away the world became lopsided; like one of the tires of a Mac Truck that has blown out. It keeps rolling but the ride is not smooth, you know that tire is missing. And although eventually the truck driver will replace that tire; we weren't able to replace what we loss when Mama passed away and the same will be true for my sister.
But we have memories; some of them we shared with those who were at her services, some of them we remembered among ourselves, and all of them we will cherish until we find the sleep that she has found.
We thank God for her children who prepared a beautiful home going service for her. Especially her son Pastor Sam Metcalfe for the Word of God that was shared during her eulogy. He reminded us that her faith was strong enough to sleep on church pews in the cold because she was sure of her calling, that the whole amour of God she wore was tested when the fiery darts started flying, that she endured hardness as a good soldier, and that now she has been properly relieved from her post.
Our prayers is that God will continue to bless us as we continue to live, and that the lessons we learned from my sister will be passed on to those who are willing to listen to wisdom or willing to follow a true example of faith.
Family.......LET'S RIDE
Auntie Verne
Pastor Doris (Moochie)Walker
SISTER
