“All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses”*
We experienced some highs and lows this past weekend.
Mamu died last Friday. She was the boy’s grandmother-in-law.
I knew her a long time, since the boy was three years old in pre-school with her grand-daughter. I remember her clearly back then, because she frequently picked Lauren up from pre-school. She stood out among the other mothers in the carpool line. She drove a Jaguar then and was always dressed to the nines–usually in a cocktail suit and high heels, elegantly bejeweled, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed.
But she was no Joan Collins. She was friendly and thrilled to be the designated driver of her adorable three-year-old grand-daughter.
She and her husband were the most glamorous couple at our church. And probably the most devout. Indeed, there was a lot more to Mamu than her glittering facade let on. She was from Indiana, after all, and her people were solid folk.
I wish she had known my mother. Although very different in some ways, they shared a deep and abiding faith and I know they would have liked each other.
Anyway, I have no doubt that she is with Dick now, standing before the Throne.
Into paradise may the angels lead thee; and at thy coming may the martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy city Jerusalem.
On the other side of things, the boy’s best man was in town and we had a mini celebration at church in honor of his going off to seminary next month.
It was a very special occasion–his friends and family, everyone in his church family who have known him forever, surrounded him before the altar and there were prayers and some laying on of hands, etc.
Afterwards there was cake!
Godspeed, indeed, to Michael as he begins his studies at Yale. And Godspeed to dear Mamu on the next phase of her journey.
The circle of life.
Grant us wisdom, grant us courage,
for the living of these days, for the living of these days.
–Harry Emerson Fosdick
*Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass #14