Roy and Jewel Turk
on their first wedding anniversary
Alzheimers took him away many years ago.
She turned 90 this year, on April 3, 2010.
You could never meet a stronger woman.
Just a year ago, she was still strong, still a go-getter.
Still going to the farmers market and putting away
vegatables for winter, still "in charge", still sewing,
still going to church every Sunday.
Nothing shook her foundation.
Nothing could ever shake her faith.
I would say that "her faith carried her through the hard times".
But it's more likely that she was the one doing the carrying.
She taught me how to sew when I was just a toddler.
I remember going to work with her at her "Singer" store.
I loved every second of it. She would let me sew on all of the
new and very latest Singer sewing machines... with fancy
stitches, and attachments that would whip up ruffles
lickety split. I could play on those machines all day long,
and sew up as much fabric as I wanted to. Big bowls full of
buttons that looked like treasure chests to me.
After working all day, back at home, after dinner,
it was time to read the Bible. When I started school, and was
learning to read, she would let me read it to her. I couldn't
pronounce many of the words, and she'd have to help, but
she loved to have her grand-children reading the Bible to her.
If we wanted a snack, she'd make a pan full of biscuits and
serve it up with a big plate full of Georgia Cane Syrup.
She taught me so many things. And then...
She loved me, when I was truly unloveable.
She says She is ready to go to Heaven, she's just waiting
for Jesus to open the gate. I know she's ready.
I want to tell her that "It's Okay." If she's ready to leave us.
But I can't bring myself to say it. I see the heartbreak in My
Mothers Eyes, and I know, I'll never be ready to let her go either.