There is something heart-wrenchingly healing
as I compose each Dear Lucy poem/post!
Thank-you, Lord
This quote (author unknown), rings so true 🙏💓
When someone you love becomes a memory
the memory (and memories) become a treasure...
Tomorrow it will be 11 months since someone I took far too for granted
(Dear Lucy, the middle sister of the five Martin girls)
became a memory to treasure...and oh, what a bitterly-sweetest treasure!
Below is a group of friends that tried
to get together for at least a few of our birthdays
every year..(one friend absent from these shots)
These tea-parties have become cherished memories to treasure!
(Lucy, third from the left)
Above photo Oct. 2023, a birthday tea at the café where Lucy served us with
honour and delight!
Lucy LOVED serving her friends and family either in her home
or at various restaurants and cafés
where she worked throughout her life!
Below Mar. 27 2024 (Lucy's last birthday)
my mom, sister and I surprised her at work
and came for lunch
This memory plus many more while sitting at her kitchen table,
inspired the first four lines of this month's poem.
Your brisk, bouncy, efficient stride
Your happiness when serving us
Your table set with loving pride
Your pleasure in the detail-fuss...
Your brisk, bouncy, efficient stride
Your happiness when serving us
Your table set with loving pride
Your pleasure in the detail-fuss
Your smile, your spontaneity
Your tardy tune-in with 'what?! who?!'
Your love of home and family
And interest in others too
Your faith, that deepened joy and grief
Your prayers for fellow hopes and hurts
Your delight in each season's brief
Beauty-fest. Your fresh-baked desserts
Your 'artist's eye' for painting things
Your energy to get it done
Your sentimental renderings
Or humorous, quick-witted pun
Your love of books, of poetry
Of anything worthy to read
Of planting a garden to see
The miracle in every seed
Your kindred-spirit-common-ground
With we who love the loss of words
When truth's epiphanies confound
The tongue, but leave hearts and souls stirred
Your boundless appetite for life
While weathering its 'yes' and 'nope'
From a fountain of mercy, rife
With opportunity and hope
Your encouraging wisdom born
From your own share of bitter blows
Your willingness to brave love's thorn
To reap the beauty of its rose
Your one-and-only-you, oh how
We miss your precious presence here
Where memories we treasure now
Are love's beautiful keepsakes, dear
Reminding us, through smiles and tears
To thank God for the blessing of
Bearing the part sorrow reveres
Because we were part of your love
By your sister Janet on
behalf of so many
'treasure-embracers'
Another B-day celebration...
this one at my house
...and another below at 'J's' house
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his faithful servants.
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