And, by the way, yes, I always called her Mrs. Smith. That’s what my parents taught me, and even though I am a senior citizen now, it only diminishes me not to show that respect.
Even when Mrs. Smith had all but lost her eye sight, she knew my voice, and she loved to carry on great conversations!
She was a highly intelligent woman who loved her community, her church, her friends, and her family, and she did for everyone she could.
That was just the kind of person she was! Proverbs 31 describes Mrs. Smith to a “T.”
Going to the grave-side service after the funeral, Raf got my walked out of the car so I could sit, and as I sat listening to the scriptures and prayers, I saw before me on the much dug up, much trod on ground, a beautiful tiny flower called a wine cup.
It was about an inch or so in diameter, a deep purple with a glowing white center, and I thought what a wonderful testimony to life everlasting, right there at my Mrs. Smith’s grave.
A beautiful new life, a testimony to her beautiful life.
God bless you, Mrs. Smith, and may you rest in peace and may perpetual light shine upon you.