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| As I have said before, my Mom died when I was a
baby. And I have had a lot of dear and loving people in my life..The people in this story are two of them.. I love both of them very much and and the love they gave me will remain in my heart forever. She is my Aunt, and this tribute her daughter has written about her is wonderful.She truly lived a life that was an example of our Saviours Love. My uncle in this story, was one of my very best friends, and although he was blind, he worked hard all of his life and taught his children to do so.. The five children they raised, are wonderful men and women, and an honor to their Mom and Dad's way of life, and how they were raised, in a home filled with love... What an honor it would be to have lived your life in such a way that your children would honor you as theirs do. Thank you Thresea for so graciously allowing me the privilege of honoring both of them with this wonderful account of their lives you have penned. Melva Momma and Daddy's Hands Written by Thresea Momma's hands were the hands that worked right along side my Daddy. Her hand 's worked hard, worked just as hard as Dad. She was Daddy's helper, she was his eyes because Daddy was blind. She was beside him, always, never behind, never in front, always beside him. Together they worked through Good times and Bad. Momma saw beauty in everything and everyone. When Momma would talk about things, she always described everything so Daddy could see, even something as simple as a cloud in the sky, the different shapes it made, she could make it seem beautiful. Momma raised five children, We grew up in a colorful world, because everything we talked about we said the colors and shapes so Daddy could see, and boy could he hear. Daddy was nosey, he loved to listen to other peoples conversations.Momma would call him,"Sister Mary". His sisters named him that when he was a little boy.. We could never repay Momma and Daddy for the work they did raising us children, and a lot of other children as well. Momma and Daddy worked with their hands and the sweat of their brow to raise us well. Momma's hands were the hands of a wife, mother, grandmother, nurse, vet, gardner, rancher,farmer, carpender, plumber, mechanic, junker, peddler, hairdresser, and electrician. She would tackle anything.. Her hands and eyes were also Daddy's hands and eyes. Daddy was holding on to momma's hands as she drew her last breath, and at that sad time, I thought that was only right, since she had always held his. Daddy was lost after Momma went away. He had our hands, but ours was not enough, nobodys could take the place of Momma's. Daddy left us to go to put one hand in our Saviour's, and one hand in Mom's. Now I know Daddy is happy, leading Momma for a change, her hand in his, and I know that makes Momma smile... "Their Loving Children" Exodus 20:12 Honor thy Father and thy Mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee. |
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