Eulogy- Helen Maye Walsh

Good morning girls.  We laid my precious mom down beside my father yesterday around 11:30. It was a beautiful service and something most phenomenal happened at grave site. I will share one day soon. 

It was just 72 days from when we laid Dad down to rest that we laid mother beside him. 

I do not understand all things that has happened the past 72 days but I guess it is not for any of us to understand all. Both my mom and dad's life were never really in my hands. I was only a servant to them. I did not add to their days nor did I take away from their days.  I want to blog about some things that were told me by another blogger, but those things need to wait. 

I spoke at my mom's home going and wanted to share it with you.  

I will be gone for a while.  I am in need of such healing and learning who I am. So take a minute and read her Eulogy ..........  it was my mother.. I miss her this morning with an emptiness that words cannot even begin to explain. BUT she is rejoicing with the angles......

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 MY MOM

SEPTEMBER 17, 2010

My mom was a very quiet, shy almost, she was more introverted than not. She never spoke her feelings out loud and when asked a question she would just cock her head to the side and shrug her shoulder. I wonder sometimes

I never heard her voice her opinion of politics and not even the Christianity that she held private in her heart. Asking her what she was thinking was a lesson at futility. She did not share much

I never knew her favorite color or her favorite food. Come to think of it, it must have been beans and weenies or mac and cheese………. Bless her heart she was a terrible cook.

But she loved hats and flowers and singing.

BUT throughout the past many years you would find my mom sitting in her comfy chair reading her bible. She always had a little note pad of some kind or the other where she would make notes as she studied. Page after page after page she would write. Scripture after scripture she would pen. The heart and the soul and the inner tenderness of my mother lie in these notes written on these pages.

The word of God in Luke 2:19 tells us… But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

I liken that to my mom. Yes she was quiet and spoke very few words, but all those things that she studied over the years she kept hidden in her heart.

How do I know that? 

Monday afternoon while laying in her hospital bed she began to talk, oh you could not understand much of what she was saying and my son Chris said it was the most he had ever heard her talk. But every once in a while she would speak just as clear as I am speaking now and it would be the word of God.

Son of God, Lord of Lord and King of Kings………. And the truth shall set me free.

She spoke of forgiveness once and then on to Jesus the redeemer and savior of the world. And on she spoke. Sometime around Monday midnight she began to sing.

Precious memories, In the Sweet by and by . My Jesus I Love Thee..Coming up out of her spirit man was her communication with the one that she knew best. Up out her spirit man came the praise and adoration of the one that she found to be the lover of her soul. 

The veil from her eyes were being lifted and she was seeing and communing with things that we can only imagine.

Tuesday morning she became unresponsive and never spoke another word. She had seen across Jordan and nothing else needed to be said.

A quiet woman, yes……. A woman of few words, yes………..but a woman that was rooted and grounded in the faith. A woman that pondered all things that she had invested into her heart……..

And as she was just hours from heavens door she gave us that would remain behind just a peek into the beauty of the heart of a woman named Helen.

She had a personal intimate relationship with the Christ who saved her. And on Wednesday morning around 1:15 am the Christ , the lover of her soul honored her request to go home … and she slipped into her eternity.

I look forward to sitting and talking with my mom one day………. For as she said sometime on Monday…….. and the truth shall set me free……… Mom is home and mom is free and I bet she is talking up a storm……….