My Little Momma

It is with much relief and a bit of sadness that I write this day. Although it's Christmas, I felt it important to post this anyway. This picture was taken about two hours before my little Momma... Betty J. Shoemaker passed away. She died Saturday, Dec. 23, 2006 at 2:15pm. I would like to tell you a little about my mom. She was born on Sept. 2, 1930 in Welch Run, PA. She already had two brothers, Gene and Cliff and one would be born after her, Don. As the only girl born to Thaddeus (T.S.) and Beulah Shoemaker, she was a "bit" spoiled by her dad. I think that's to be expected in most cases. Mom shared many funny stories about growing up with her brothers... many involved roller skating or swimming in the quarry pond, or building up the membership of a "new" church in town when she and her family joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Mom was beautiful. She had striking eyes and long dark hair. Of course she turned heads and I'm sure broke some hearts too.
Eventually Mom married and had children. Teresa is the oldest followed by Cindy then me and finally our brother, Tony. We may be spread out over the U.S. some, but the bond still exists. We were taught a respect for the gospel, music, reading, and family. Even though our family was not a "Leave it to Beaver" family in any way, we still knew the importance of family, particularly extended family. We took comfort in one another many times and still do. Mom was a loving grandmother who enjoyed bragging about her grandchildren to anyone who would listen, and probably some who really didn't care at all.
Mom was, like all of us, challenged in her life. Choices led to some painful consequences, which led to growth and opportunities. She had some incredible talents and heartbreaking weaknesses all at the same time. Sometimes true happiness seemed elusive to her. I believe she has finally found it. She is home. She is at peace. She is safe. She is complete. I will miss you Mom. Thank you for the things you taught me. For pushing me when I didn't want pushed. For standing by me when I experienced some of life's biggest hurts... and most wonderful joys! Much of what you did made me who I am today. I Love You. I will miss you.... and I will see you again.

THE JOURNEY HOME
by Kate Watkins Furman

Don't worry about anything,
For don't you know it's true.
A loving God has launched the ship
That gently carries you!

Each boat that sails the sea of life,
That rocks with every storm,
Is guided through the straits of faith
To a harbor safe and warm.

The hand that knit you in the womb
Will never cease to care -
A ballast in the wildest wind
A love that's always there.

And each man hears a special call
That beckons him alone,
While God provides along the way
The stars that guide him home!