She is an angel who can turn a phrase, almost to make the Great Bard envious, and she can recall whole pages of the phrases turned by others.
The firmament will not echo with a new, splendid voice in the choir, but if the choir puts the beat into it, she will enjoy a dance
She is an angel who could milk a dozen cows, bucket feed the calves and saddle up a horse. I don't recommend her for handling much celestial machinery, but she can tend any animal any time, anywhere -- and then come in and set a great batch of bread.
My angel mama has an unquenchable, unstoppable yen for learning. Her curiosity for this world, and the next, has led her on the most marvelous adventures in research and conversation. I believe this is the single largest contributing factor to her equally unquenchable and unstoppable passion for teaching.
I hope the heavenly library has a fabulous collection for her reading enjoyment. My advice to that good Patron Saint is to stock it with every classic written in the English language, a few really good books of poetry, and maybe a Harlequin romance to watch her smile at the memory of stolen moments when she was a girl.
My mom is an angel with a sense of kindness and generosity learned from her ancestors and passed to her progeny. An angel who never shied from doing "the right thing," and who believed the best in even the least worthy of her fellow men.
I know she isn't especially anxious to make this journey. She isn't exactly complaining, but she isn't exactly going willingly, either. It is selfish of me to wish her to stay with us a little longer, but oh, I do.
However, angels must take their rightful places with the Most High. I only hope the Most High has a comfortable chair for her, and a good cup of coffee. And lots of vanilla ice cream.
I love you, Mom.
