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Eulogy: Jacqueline

Updated on June 6, 2014

Know You are Not Alone, This Place Will Be Your Home

The Evolution of My Mother

A Most Unusual Mother

Mom, I provided a little diversion for you from the monotony of perfection. I know my proclivities literally drove you up the wall, and at some level, that pleased me. And although we were diametrically different, as different as night and day, we did share a love of the arts and creative expression.

Few knew that you were an accomplished artist. Of course, I discovered this on one of my many naughty explorations, while scarfing down sugar cubes from a 10 year-old sweet sixteen corsage, wearing your Kelly green chiffon cocktail dress I admired so much.

I dove into the deep blonde bamboo bureau drawer and perused the treasure trove of renderings that filled the space. I was most captivated by the comic strip drawings of Little Lu Lu. Mom, you could have easily gone professional. In remembering and memorializing your talent, I see a parallel universe and understand the legacy of creativity you have passed to me. And, in keeping with that, I wrote a poem in your honor.

Mother, though not demonstrative by nature, neither warm nor fuzzy at your core,

the sovereignty of your love conferred upon the bosoms of your children’s souls has been felt palpably.

As you navigate through, this, your final journey, ascending to the heavens above us with continued watchful eyes on our lives and the lives of our children, we humbly pay homage to you and thank you for your duty of care.

And Mother, you will never be forgotten, for each one of us, child and grandchild alike, carries with them a strand of your rich legacy.

So, finish out the final lap of your prescribed journey, Mommy, Nana and Papa have prepared for your arrival. The prodigal daughter has come home to rest, free from the encumbrances of disease that stole her last breath.

Mom, until we will meet again, know that we love you and will miss you all the days of our lives.

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    Robin Grosswirth 2 years ago from New York

    Unlike your mother, my mother was as sharp as a tack until the day she passed. She was a brilliant savant, but with it came a flaw of disconnect. She was not a naturally warm woman.

    If you journal, the writing should help release feelings. Thanks for taking the time to read my work.

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    Robert Morgan 2 years ago from Hutchinson Island, FL - Myrtle Beach, SC - Scottsdale AZ

    Thank you for sharing this insightful look, into this most diffficult of subjects. My mother has advanced dementia, each day she drifts further away from me. I keep a on-an -off journal of my feelings about our lives and my feelings and the depression, which sometimes overcomes me, as I slowly loose her. Some days are really rough, as I know you must experience them also. Wish you the best. You are a wonderful writer. I just shared this article with my wife and she was deeply touched. I will read more of your work later today. Thank you for being so real. Blessings.

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    Robin Grosswirth 2 years ago from New York

    tobusiness Thank you once again, humbly. It was and has continued to be a difficult time and event that might never reach resolve.

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    Jo Alexis-Hagues 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

    I found this very moving, a touching and honest tribute to your Mum. The poem brought a tear to my eye. Beautifully done.