Rest in the Peace of the Lord Ma: My Mother Ellen has Died, After a ...

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On Tuesday, March 4, 2013, my beloved mother Ellen died in her sleep. She had struggled for months as her aging body seemed to run out of steam.? She never fully recovered from the loss of the love of her life, her husband and my father, Duval who died in 2001. She died the day after his birthday. How fitting.

KATHLEEN, FL (Catholic Online) - On Tuesday, March 4, 2013, my beloved mother Ellen died in her sleep. She had struggled for months as her aging body seemed to run out of steam.? She never fully recovered from the loss of the love of her life, her husband and my father, Duval who died in 2001. She died the day after his birthday. How fitting.

When I heard the news from my sister Dee Dee (Ellen) and youngest brother, Derek, I was not surprised. By God's grace, I was able to express words of faith, peace and deep appreciation to them both, recounting her life lived in love. I was able to at least attempt to comfort them - and sincerely thank them for their demonstrations of love shown to Ma during her last months. They were such difficult months for us all, but especially for Ma.

As the day progressed, the reality of the loss of my mother seemed to find a place within an experience of spiritual warmth, an embrace of living faith. I recalled - and told myself - the words I have expressed to many over the years of my clerical service as a Deacon of the Catholic Church. I reminded myself that love is stronger than death and that "Ma" - as we called her when we were young growing up in Dorchester, Massachusetts - had finally been able to go home.

I remembered?her last question to me the day before when we spoke over the phone, "Keith, when can I go home?"? She barely had the strength to speak. Her body was unable to support her on legs which simply seemed unwilling to cooperate. It was so hard to hear her ask me when she could go home.

I knew she meant that the little cinder block house where she and my dad lived. The home where they raised Derek, my youngest brother who was born the year I left home. I also knew that was not the home to which she would go to when Love finally called her.

I reminded her that Laurine - my wife whom she loved as her own daughter - and I would be coming to visit with her again on Easter weekend. She took comfort in the thought. Sadly, I knew her short term memory was not working well. I hoped she would remember. I was able to pray with her over the phone.

I looked forward to the opportunity to hug her again, kiss her, and pray with her in person as I did at Christmas.? Over Christmas, knowing she was nearing that final chapter of life, my whole extended family drove, from all over the country, to be with Ma, or Nana as the children and grandchildren called her.???

I did not know how physically depleted she had become in her last illness before that last?visit. After all, she always had that reassuring and happy voice, accompanied by that wonderful breathy laugh, whenever we spoke on the phone. I was expecting that we would all share an Easter meal with her in her little home in the Kathleen section of Lakeland, Florida. She and my father had moved there after I left home.??

I had been the youngest of three, preceeded by my sister Dee Dee (named after my mother Ellen, but nicknamed) and my wonderful older brother Stephen.My younger brother Derek, who lives in Florida, did?such a noble and beautiful job of watching over Ma during these last years.

She and Dad had the joy of raising him as a kind of second family after moving to Florida. He was what we used to call a change of life baby. How they loved him and understandably so.?He is such a fine man. I had hoped Derek and I would have time to discern together where she could best be cared for as her inability to care for herself in that home which she loved was becoming clear; finally, even to Ma.

However, when I saw Ma?over Christmas, I found a?frail, bedridden shadow of the robust and beautiful woman who had given me life. That Christmas meeting with my wife and I, our five grown children - her grandchildren - her daughter in law, son in law, and six great grandchildren, was?beautiful and sad, all at once. I have replayed it all in my heart many times over the past weeks.

Unable to get up from bed, she had made herself ready by pulling back her hair and fixing her covers. She presented that loving smile to each one of the grandchildren and great grandchildren as they came in to see her. She laughed and spoke of her great pride in each one of them. She engaged them in conversation and kissed them as they approached her in bed.

The room was too small for all of them to come so we broke them up in families. The discussion was not about her, it was all about each one of them. That memory of their Nana will live on in each of them. That memory lives on in me. It expressed the heart of "Ma", it was never about her. It was always about others. My mother Ellen had found the treasure few find. When life is reduced down to its essence, it is all about love.

Last night I was scheduled to speak to the parents of young children in our parish. The topic was ...

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