Wednesday, November 5, 2008

21 years later....

It was an "Indian Summer" day, not unlike the weather we've been having in western PA this week, when my life and the lives of many of our close family and friends were changed 21 years ago when my mom was tragically killed in a farm accident. So what does 21 years feel like? Some days it feels like yesterday, other days it feels like an eternity ago. Some days I remember a lot about my mom, other days I don't think about her at all. Sometimes I miss anniversaries of her death, her birthdays; other times, like this time, they hit me like a ton of brick. So today, to mark the anniversary of her death, I'm going to post the poem the pastor of our church read at my mom's funeral. Our pastor found this poem on the refrigerator of our house, clipped out by mom. This poem has turned up several times in my life, I like to think always as a reminder from my mom.

DON'T YOU QUIT (author unknown)

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -

The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Tell the people close to you today how much you love and appreciate them! Life is short, but very precious.


April Emery said...

oh paula, i didn't realize today was the day. if i had known this i would have given you a big hug at MOPS. i think your mom would be SO proud of you and the wife, mother and woman you have become. you are absolutely stunning. she must have been pretty amazing to have made such a memorable impact on your life. love you girl.

Anita said...

Thank you for this poem, Paula, and for sharing your mom with us. She has got to be so proud of you. I am hugging you via this blog comment!

Stephanie said... are an amazing woman!!! thank you for posting that on your blog as it is a good reminder for us all!

please let me know if you need anything or how you would like me to pray for you!

love, stephanie

Denise said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you, I know this is a difficult time every year...Your Mom is smiling down on you! You are a fabulous person, I'm so blessed to know you! Love ya!

Sandra Joseph said...

I echo all that the other MOPS Moms said above. I know that your Mom would be so proud of you - but not because of all the amazing things you have done - but because of the Lord's grace that shines through you as a wife, mom and friend.
Love Sandy