Thursday morning I received the news my mother’s aunt passed away. One would say our family has had our share of deaths recently. Inside nine months we have lost the children’s first puppy, Scott’s grandmother, my grandmother, Scott’s aunt and now my mom’s aunt. At times it makes you want to just scream and shout STOP!!! However, our God is faithful and two days ago gave me the above verse in Psalm to meditate and prepare to hear my mother’s voice on the other end of the phone. While we are all deeply sorrow-filled once again at a life lived so fully here on earth our thoughts turn to precious memories we hold of Aunt Dorothy.
Aunt Dorothy was my grandmother’s oldest sister. She was so funny to be around. There is not one time I can remember not being in her presence and not laughing. Aunt Dorothy just had this way with her words that she would be saying something so serious and yet it would always turn out humorous. My sisters and I have laughed over and over at her sweet spirit. Aunt Dorothy also loved plates and antiques. Every time we had a garage sale at her sister’s house (Aunt Betty) or we came over for Easter it seemed she had a plate she wanted to give my mom or one of us girls.
Aunt Dorothy loved the Lord and she loved Easter. In fact, most of my memories are the many Easter’s we spent at her house celebrating the Lord’s resurrection. It is from her solid devotion to the Lord that her loved ones take confidence in knowing she is with the Lord today. She played a huge role in making sure my mother and her cousins attended church. Death has no hold on her today for death is grace and I believe Aunt Dorothy would want everyone to believe, meditate, and act upon 1 Corinthians 15:55-58. For she truly lived her life in a steadfast, immovable, and excellent way knowing she would some day (today) be in the presence of the Lord.
“Death, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?
Now the sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!
Therefore, my dear brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the Lord’s work,
knowing that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”
1 Corinthians 15:55-58
One of my more fonder memories is when I was in high school and had written a poem titled Going Home. She was such an encourager and had it published in her church’s paper. Of course, she had a plate that had a girl on it that she thought looked like me. She took a picture of it and put my poem under it. I would like to dedicate it to her today:
By: Alicia Larrabee (Zbylot)
Waiting patiently for the trumpets to blow,
To see the Lord come down,
And take me home.
There will be no sicknesses at this home,
Nor will there be earthquakes or hurricanes.
All types of evil will be non-existent.
No need for light at this home,
For the Father is bright enough sitting on His throne,
With Jesus our Savior on the right side of Him.
With streets of gold, and glorious mansions,
Along the sides which He has built
For those He calls His bride.
I will go when I hear that call,
But I must be truthful,
I don’t know when.
I keep on praying for all of those
Who I know I won’t see
At that wonderful home.