A Tribute to My Mom -Linda Jean Adams Dale
Linda Jean Dale 3/23/48 – 11/16/05
On November 16 th , 2005, the Lord decided to call my mom home. As the poem states below, it was so hard to deal with. She is at peace that is what helps me each day to get through without her. I remember her saying plenty of times that she was tired and ready to go, I used to fuss at her, but her body was failing her, more than she was willing to tell me. During her last days on this earth, she spent it in the hospital in a medically induced coma, so we finally got the whole story of her illness; she never told any of us all of it. I remember the last conversation that I had with her, it was the last time I saw her awake, she was tired but laughing as I told one of my many Jonathan stories to her. It was the last time I saw her awake, she was tired but laughing as I told my Jonathan story to her, she said she was laughing with me, but she was laughing at me. She would get a kick out of the grandkids, as most times it was payback for what we did as kids.
There is not a day that goes by that I do not miss her, some days are better than others, some days I smile when I think of her and others I cry like a big baby. I wish Jonathan would have had her longer; her face and spirit would light up at the mention of her grandchildren. I know she is with God and at peace, so I continue to try to smile when I think of her.
Here is what I wrote and read at her funeral service. I had my sisters standing beside me and one of the proudest moments of my life as my family stood together tall as she wanted us to. I was never more proud of my family during this time; no one would have known that just before that – my sisters and I were all in my Aunt’s bedroom, folding programs just crying together. I tell you this mom’s death has brought us closer than I could ever imagine – she wanted us to be like this and we are!!!
“Standing here before you, our hearts are sad and glad. Wednesday night was one of the hardest days of our lives. We had to say goodbye to our biggest supporter. She was our hero, our strength, our biggest and loudest cheerleader. Growing up we used to think our friends were weird because they thought our mom was cool. As we look back now, she was.
She was so cool, we were disciplined and grounded. She was so cool, we were chastised and reprimanded. She was so cool, we were made to share and be nice to our siblings. She was so cool, we had to write sentences and stand in the corner. She was so cool, she sent my sisters to “interrupt” my dates. She was so cool; we had to go to Sunday school. She was so cool; we could not stay up late.
She was so cool; we are not addicted to drugs. She was so cool, we are not in jail. She was so cool, we are strong and independent. She was so cool, we are polite and respectful. She was so cool; we will fight the world for each other. She was so cool; we can take care of ourselves and each other. She was so cool; we help who ever is in need. She is so cool; we were taught that our family is always important.
Because she was so cool, we can stand before the world with our heads held high, even when our hearts are hurting, knowing that our love for her and her love for us made us who we are today. Our mom will be missed by us, but because of her coolness, we are proud and glad to have had her as our mother.”
On November 16 th , 2005, the Lord decided to call my mom home. As the poem states below, it was so hard to deal with. She is at peace that is what helps me each day to get through without her. I remember her saying plenty of times that she was tired and ready to go, I used to fuss at her, but her body was failing her, more than she was willing to tell me. During her last days on this earth, she spent it in the hospital in a medically induced coma, so we finally got the whole story of her illness; she never told any of us all of it. I remember the last conversation that I had with her, it was the last time I saw her awake, she was tired but laughing as I told one of my many Jonathan stories to her. It was the last time I saw her awake, she was tired but laughing as I told my Jonathan story to her, she said she was laughing with me, but she was laughing at me. She would get a kick out of the grandkids, as most times it was payback for what we did as kids.
There is not a day that goes by that I do not miss her, some days are better than others, some days I smile when I think of her and others I cry like a big baby. I wish Jonathan would have had her longer; her face and spirit would light up at the mention of her grandchildren. I know she is with God and at peace, so I continue to try to smile when I think of her.
Here is what I wrote and read at her funeral service. I had my sisters standing beside me and one of the proudest moments of my life as my family stood together tall as she wanted us to. I was never more proud of my family during this time; no one would have known that just before that – my sisters and I were all in my Aunt’s bedroom, folding programs just crying together. I tell you this mom’s death has brought us closer than I could ever imagine – she wanted us to be like this and we are!!!
“Standing here before you, our hearts are sad and glad. Wednesday night was one of the hardest days of our lives. We had to say goodbye to our biggest supporter. She was our hero, our strength, our biggest and loudest cheerleader. Growing up we used to think our friends were weird because they thought our mom was cool. As we look back now, she was.
She was so cool, we were disciplined and grounded. She was so cool, we were chastised and reprimanded. She was so cool, we were made to share and be nice to our siblings. She was so cool, we had to write sentences and stand in the corner. She was so cool, she sent my sisters to “interrupt” my dates. She was so cool; we had to go to Sunday school. She was so cool; we could not stay up late.
She was so cool; we are not addicted to drugs. She was so cool, we are not in jail. She was so cool, we are strong and independent. She was so cool, we are polite and respectful. She was so cool; we will fight the world for each other. She was so cool; we can take care of ourselves and each other. She was so cool; we help who ever is in need. She is so cool; we were taught that our family is always important.
Because she was so cool, we can stand before the world with our heads held high, even when our hearts are hurting, knowing that our love for her and her love for us made us who we are today. Our mom will be missed by us, but because of her coolness, we are proud and glad to have had her as our mother.”
Minister Merv and Alissa
Praise the Lord - my hubby in me in 2006! God Blessed me to meet an awesome man of God who loves me as Jesus says he should. I am blessed.
Jonathan Lee
Our Son - He is my sweetie and has a smile that lights up the room and a laugh that is full of life and will make you laugh with him.
More to come soon - stay tuned!! I have siblings and nieces and nephews too! LOL