Saturday, September 22, 2007

My Personal Story...Mom's Last Laugh

Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend---my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breath at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped the loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life. When Mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle chld without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor. "What now, Lord?" I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to her doctor, seeing to her medications, readig the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished, and I was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. an exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat down next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. "I'm late," he explained, though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, "Why do they keep calling Mary by the name 'Margaret'? "Oh" "Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary. No one called her "Mary'" I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn't have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway? "No, that isn't correct." he insisted, as several people glanced over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters." "That isn't who this is , I replied.." "Isn't this the Lutheran church?" "No, the Lutheran church is across the street." "Oh." "I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir." The Solemness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking of the pew gave me away. Sharp looks from mourners only made the situation seem more hilarious. I peeked at the bewildered , misguided man seated next to me. He was laghing , too, as he glanced around, deciding it was to late for an uneventful exit. I imagined Mother laughing. At the final "Amen," we darted out a door and into the parking lot. "I do believe we'll be the talk of the town," he smiled. He said his name was Rick and since he missed his aunt's funeral, asked me out for a cup of coffee. That afernoon began a lifelong journey for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right place. A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time. In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness, God gave me love. This past June we have been married for thirty years. Whenever anyone asks us how we met, Rick tells them, "Her mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us.

7 comments:

Lynn@ The Vintage Nest said...

What a beautiful and touching story. When God closes one door he opens another. Hi Robin. So glad you posted a blog. It's wonderful and I can see why you are a writer. Love the "girls" post. Keep up the fabulous work. ~ Lynn

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Robin Shope said...

Hi Lynn, thanks for always checking back. I appreciate your comments.

Ashley Ludwig said...

Robin,

I love this story. God is so good - and obviously He inspired your romance, and your writing. I'm looking forward to reading Wildcard.

Best,

Ashley Ludwig

David W. Brantley said...

My wife lost her mother to stomach cancer last November. As an only child, she too was called upon to be the caregiver. But it was with such joy we could celebrate her home going and then remember her recently in our local Relay For Life. She is my special treasure too as I am a surviver of prostate cancer two years on. Thanks for sharing.

I've discovered your blog through a mutual friend of some years and am now enjoying reading your books... The Chase, The Replacement, and The Candidate. My wife and I have know Susan and Ken Wales for many years.

CwBoyWz said...

Great story.
Strange to find your blog and I will return to read more. What an inspirational relationship you and your husband have. I sent your link to my wife. I'm sure she will enjoy it too.
My name is also Rick Shope.

GrandpaDon said...

A wonderful story Rick.
I found that God was looking after me and guiding me way back when I questioned his existance. I married the lady of my life because I had an extra postcard. I became the vice president of a company because I overslept. But right at the begining my mom lost her child but found a baby in the hospital nursery who desperately need a home and a family ... me. You can read my adoption story at www.plefka.net ... and much more.
Life is not predetermined but oportunities are given to us and it is up to us to use them.