Today it has been 8 years since you went to join Dad, rocking your way into Heaven in the rocking chairs he made on the porch of the log cabin he had built for you.
I know you are happy because you have let me know in so many ways since you left the earth plane:
When I was writing up the story of your life for your memorial service with trepidation because you always told me you would come back to haunt me if I changed anything you had already planned and written up!
But you came to me and told me, “I do not care what you do. I am with Dad now and it is ok!”
When I had my concussion on 5/3/20 and you were there the first time I awakened after passing out and hitting the porcelain tile floor, holding me and supporting me before I passed out again!
All the times I have felt your comforting presence in the long months of recovery after this, letting me know how happy you are, and that it is a joyous reunion that awaits us in Heaven!
And so here I am again, going through another round of vertigo when all I can do at times is rest, sleep, do exercises. And here YOU ARE AGAIN, in my dreams all day, reliving scenes from our life:
Putting aside your busyness and activities when Richard and I were little to sit on the floor with us, reading stories, teaching us songs from your Dad (The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere and a Can of Beer😳😛😁), and playing numerous games with us!
Your determination in learning how to drive a stick shift at age 29! How did you survive with Dad as your teacher?!😄😗😊
How you patiently taught our family dog Beau after he went blind, how to go around furniture and to use the wall to go up and down stairs?! (You had named him Beau Brummell!)
Your never-ending sense of love and responsibility as a wife, Mom, daughter, sister, a woman of faith?
Your ability to balance a checkbook TO THE PENNY, even after dementia set in?
Your coping with widowhood for 16 years and your own health decline, always adapting to every change that old age threw at you?!
Our last visit six days before you died, when I told you, as always, it was ok with Richard, Jan, and me, if you went to be with Dad, and you would tell me, “I am not ready to leave my kids yet.” Except on this day when you simply murmured, “Ok.”
And when I asked if you were at peace, you joyously replied, “Oh yes!”
I knew it would be the last time I would see you on this side as the tears silently slid down my cheeks.
But I BELIEVE what you have reassured me, and joyously await for that time we will all be REUNITED!
LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK MAMA BEAR!
Carolyn Elizabeth
Barbara Inez Stevenson
Barb age 21
Barb & Will
Barb & Carolyn
Barb & Richard
The Walters Family
Barb in a dress she made
Mom’s dogs: Beau Brummel and Sunshine (her granddog).
Dad & Mom’s log cabin and rocking chairs
