1 yr old
|Anita, David, Suzanne and Earl Link|
We lost Mom at the all too young age of 62 back on 27 December 2006. I have written and re-written this post a few times, and the words never quite seem to be right to describe Mom's life. What I decided to do, in the end, is share with you what I said at Mom's funeral. All four of us kids got up to deliver our own personal eulogy for Mom. Below is mine....
When I sat down to think about what I wanted to say today, I really had a hard time with it. There are so many memories that I could share, but none seemed quite appropriate by themselves. I thought that after the viewing last night, talking with someone might trigger some memory that would be the appropriate one to share. I watched people flow through the funeral home yesterday paying tribute to Mom, and I began to realize just how many people’s lives Mom had touched during her time here on Earth. There were acquaintances, friends, co-workers, fellow parents, relatives, and the kids – and I mean kids of all ages.
How do you share a single memory about someone who gave so much of her life to others?
Mom was so many things to so many people. She was the friend who sat and talked on Sunday after church. She was the nurse who cried when one of the infants she was caring for passed away. She was the parent who was always involved in school activities. She was the sister who was always there. She was the wife who was there through it all for nearly 40 years. But most of all, she was Mom and Grandma. The amazing part of that is that she wasn’t Mom or Grandma to just her own kids. Kids were truly her life. In her professional life, she always said that the last twenty-some years when she was at Lutheran taking care of babies were by far her favorite years as a nurse. Despite the heartache that was an inevitable part of that job, Mom loved being there. I know that for her one of the hardest things to handle over the last year and a half was when she finally had to stop providing bedside care for the infants. But you know, she still managed to find a way to keep working down there at the hospital so she could be involved in taking care of kids. The same sentiment was there when it came to other kids that weren’t her own. Over the years, as the four of us grew up, I think that my mother was Mom to more kids than even she could count. I watched them file through last night – people that Beth and I went to school with almost twenty years ago that still think of her as Mom. Kids that Abbey and Zach went to school with much more recently that still think of her as Mom – literally two generations of Eastside kids that she was Mom to – and she loved every one of them. And that doesn’t even count the kids that Dad taught over here at DeKalb that probably still think of Mom as Mrs. Ed more than 30 years later. And then there were her own kids and grandkids. For us, Mom was always there, no matter what. Sarah mentioned the other day when there was some disagreement going on in the house that she missed Grandma because Grandma always seemed to make all of us get along. And she did. That was because she knew each of her children and grandchildren so perfectly that sometimes it was only her that could really talk to us. She loved each of us individually as if we were her only child or grandchild, but most of all, she loved us as a family. I think this fall Mom probably showed that love more than any of us have started to realize yet. Despite what she was dealing with personally, she was there to babysit the grandkids. She was there to offer words of comfort to a nervous college freshmen. She was there to provide support to a young minister facing challenges in a new church. And she wanted to be there with her family. Just in the last few months, I know that she came down to see us at the end of the summer, and then in October, she went to babysit Beth’s kids literally the week before she somehow found a way to come to Orlando with my family to spend time at Disney World – I have no doubt that all of it was hard because of what she was dealing with, but she refused to give up time with her family. In the end, all of this reminds me of a conversation that I had with one of our ministers a while back. He had told me that our time here on Earth is really nothing more than practice for our eternity in Heaven. Looking back at Mom’s life, I believe that that statement sums up how she lived her life – she was an angel in our midst who was practicing for her time in Heaven. Her love showed through in everything she did. I truly believe that in the end, God looked at Mom, and decided that practice had indeed made perfect – it was time for her to come Home and begin her eternity with Him. And I have absolutely no doubt, that the moment Mom appeared before Him, she heard what all of us hope to hear someday – Well done, good and faithful servant, well done. I love you Mom.
Happy Birthday, Mom. We miss you.
14 Jul 1945
14 July 1946
|Suzanne (Link) Washler|
|Luminaria for Mom at|
Pensacola Relay for Life