Her slippers arrived today. I choked up when I held them – because now she won’t. Clara, my mother-in-law passed away last week. While we knew it would come, it was unexpected. We thought we’d have Christmas.
Robert made an Intent the spring of 2013 – to “take care” of his “momma.” And he did – he took care of her. I watched them; the independent, feisty woman and her determined, gregarious son. We didn’t think she’d make it two months, but talk about resilient; she hung with us for a year and a half.
I learned from her about accepting help; no mean feat for a woman who was a self-sufficient rolling stone – and chaffed at the constraints of her illness. I learned from him about giving from the heart; despite his own ginormous health issues. They fussed and teased, then shopped the thrift markets. They poked and prodded; then kicked back and watched the birds & squirrels.
Our world; Robert’s and mine included and reflected Clara – daily. Clara’s world included and reflected us; especially her son. We were an alliance; a family unit. I am him; he was her; she was me and back again. Clara lives on; in us, her daughters, sisters, grandkids and great grandkids.
She’ll be missed – but her influence, her love lives on.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” ― Matthew 11:28