A most incandescent light*

Her spirit watches over us in all things great and small:  Mummy would have loved this.  Mummy wouldn't have approved.  Mummy would have been so proud. Remember when Mummy . . .

Impossible to believe she's been gone eleven years* to the day. Our precious mother happened to depart this vale of tears on December 7, the anniversary of the day that would live in infamy in the nation's heart. In her family's heart Mary lives on, beckoning us all to be the best that we can be.

What is the measure of a woman's life? That she was beautiful and brilliant and beloved . . .

That every friend she ever made, from childhood on, has remained a friend forever . . .

That no one's sorrow escaped her notice or her tender concern . . .

That she was a loyal and loving wife . . .

That she was a devoted and proud and nurturing mother . . .

That she was a ridiculously indulgent and adoring grandmother . . .

That she loved music and art and literature and flowers and animals and bridge games and dear friends?

All of these things are a measure.  But Mary's life was more than the sum of its parts.  Her death has extinguished a most incandescent light.

The Measure of a Woman, tribute written by her daughter, Susan, for the memorial service held in Thanksgiving For The Life of Mary Loddy Jameson, December 19, 1993

* It's been twelve years now. Republication of our December 7, 2004 post.

Comments

[Teresa]

{{{HUGS}}} It's a wonderful thing that her memory lives on with you all.

[goomp]

Thank you again for the beautiful loving tribute.

[Laura Lee Donoho]

May your memories always be blessed. Time won't ever dim them.

[Janette]

That was a beautiful and moving tribute Sissy. I'm certain that your mother is just as proud of you. She raised a wonderful daughter.

[Sissy Willis]

Thank you for all your good thoughts, dear friends. As I've told Goomp before, I'm sure Mummy would have been a blogger . . . or at least an avid reader and commenter.