Dad here; today, after ninety-five years on this mortal coil, we lay a fine woman to rest. Although not related by blood, we will miss this incredible soul just as keenly.
She lived an incredible life, and as such, it is not a time for mourning. Much will be said of her qualities at the memorial service, and deservedly so, but I would like to comment on those who cared for her selflessly for the last fourteen years. I believe that that the greatest measure of a person is how they treat those that can do nothing in return, and when that service stretches out for years, it’s impressive beyond comprehension.
As mom’s cancer taught us, it’s not always the shock of the initial diagnosis that causes the most stress, but the steady drip, drip, drip, of daily pressure that wears the most on a person. It’s the caretakers that bear the brunt of this burden, but as such, will get the receivers of the greatest reward.
In today’s “throw away” society, it’s all too easy to forget the old amidst the excitement of the constantly changing new; a million thanks to the Smith’s for providing a shining example of how not to just love in the theoretical but also in the practical.
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”