“Her life was not an easy life. She experienced heartache and hardship, but it was a life well lived.” This is a phrase I found myself repeating to mourners who came to pay their final respects at my mother’s funeral this week.
I’ve penned more than one post in the past (As is the mother, so is her daughter. Ez. 16:44, Happy Special Birthday, A Very Special Mother’s Day) that offered a glimpse into my mother’s 86 years on this earth.
The Great Depression. The deaths of two husbands and one infant daughter. Life as a widow raising four children—two of whom gave her more than her deserved share of trouble (yours truly among them). The deaths of both parents and five siblings—three sisters and two brothers. Decades plagued by the effects of emphysema (chief among them—a susceptibility for pneumonia). Cancer. These are a sampling of challenges my mother faced in her 86 years and seven months this side of heaven.
Love. Laughter. Family. True, genuine, nurturing and caring friendships. Travel. A 25-year career working for folks who weren’t only employers but dear friends as well. Secure knowledge in her place in heaven upon departing this earth. These are the things that made for a life well lived.
Ruth Ann Cassella; born January 6, 1931 – died August 4, 2017, following a life well lived