a wake

My grandmother claims her first memory at six weeks of age. I may have been skeptical in the past, but I believe she remembers lying in a cradle, watching the lantern swing from the tent pole on the way to her father’s funeral. Just two days before he planned to go home, kiss his wife and meet his new baby daughter, John Wallace Strohecker was killed in a mining accident– the emotions must have been so intense even a tiny infant would grasp a lasting impression. And I wonder if her father was there, whispering in her ear, “Remember this. Remember me.”

Not until Sunday night did I mention catching a flight to my grandma’s funeral the next day. “What!?!” Mary wailed, “You can’t leave me! My mommy can’t leave.” Arms wrapped around my neck, real tears streaming down her face, she clung to me and cried, “Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’t go….”

She was still wailing as we gathered in the hall for family prayer, “Whose turn is it?”

“Mary’s.” I answered, “let’s skip to Daddy.”

“You can’t skip me! I’m praying.”

We knelt, bowed heads– “Dear Heavenly Father, please bless that mommy WON’T go. And bless Ben in Italy. AMEN!”

And so, I left a bit reluctantly the next morning. We are not a family who gathers often and I dreaded the questions and comments– especially with the devastation my family has suffered in the last two years.

But as we entered the coffee shop where her wake was held (a cozy lovely place with velvet benches, vintage table and plush couches) we were greeted with open arms, firm hugs and expressions of delight. My cousins marveled that I have oh-so-many kids and we compared names and ages, college plans and favorite books. Despite decades of little communication we communed like dear friends, well, like family.

John Wallace was an extraordinarily well-educated man for his day and he chose gentle, quiet Zoe for her love of books, music and children. “I would rather live in a home with children, music and a wife who loves me than all the wealth in the United States.” he wrote while they were courting.

For generations, our family has been marked by a love of books and learning– a trait that often made them feel lonely and different from their companions. Ruth Ann was never without a book, never missed a day reading the newspaper.

Photobucket
Grandma Ruth Ann

Raised by her widowed mother and grandparents on a farm with no indoor plumbing or electricity, Ruth Ann emptied the slop jars every morning, milked the cows, bleached the linens, swept and dusted– in the afternoon she was free to play with the dogs. She scarcely saw any other children until moving into town at age 11.

After the wake, we talked and marveled at our shared family traits. Each girl took home a piece of grandma’s jewelry and we all promised to write and visit more often. My uncle, my mother’s only sibling, hugged me with real affection and told story after story of my mother.

Photobucket
my mom at 5– isn’t she adorable?

To speak of my mother, with someone who knows and loves her, is like water in a desert. Our mourning has been crippled, halted by much graver events and we all cried at her absence.

Her father’s death colored much of Ruth Ann’s life. In her personal history she wrote over and over– ‘if only my father were alive.’ Still, she married well (a bookish brilliant man, of course), raised two incredible children and nurtured beautiful gardens.

Later, I went to dinner with all but one of my siblings. When did we last sit around a table together? We laughed and teased, retold childhood stories and surely drove the waitstaff crazy as we lingered well into the night.

And something miraculous happened, despite the destruction our family has endured, we realized we can form a new sort of family. Brainstorming, we hatched a plan to visit my brother Dan in New York next April– for the first time in more than twenty-five years, all five of us will gather together.

I’m leaving a lot of space between the lines in this post– you can interpret them however you’d like– but my message is this: no matter how broken your family the future holds surprises, new possibilities.

After ninety-four years on earth Ruth Ann finally met her father. I’m sure her mother greeted her eagerly as did my Grandpa Harold and her daughter, my mother. In heaven, I believe our earthly limits on communication will dissolve– love and understanding flow freely. I believe in the immortality of the human soul, I believe in the resurrection and I know the day will come when “God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Rev 21:4.

December 12, 2011
December 15, 2011

RELATED POSTS

17 Comments

  1. Mary Staples

    December 13, 2011

    This is a beautiful post dear Michelle. xo

  2. ellen

    December 13, 2011

    I loved this post.

  3. Blue

    December 13, 2011

    I love how you jump between the present and the past. And what awesome photos to have! I didn’t know you just lost your grandmother…so sorry for the grieving that never seems to end. ♥

  4. Selwyn

    December 13, 2011

    Sometimes what isn’t said spoken as clearly as the space you give it.

    You are wonderful. Luvies! SK

  5. Lisa

    December 13, 2011

    And so I believe too Michelle…I look forward to those days with our lost loved ones, it’s what keeps me pushing forward here on Earth! Love this post and love you too!

  6. Jeanelle

    December 14, 2011

    Oh dear friend, this was simply beautiful and that picture of your 5 year old mother? Exquisite! I’m so glad you were able to attend and be with your family – what a wonderful way to continue the healing process. Your trip to New York will be fantastic – I know it! xoxo

  7. Judi

    December 14, 2011

    Thank you for those wonderful words of wisdom. Maybe there really is hope. I believe there is…someday.
    What lovely pictures of your grandmother and mother.
    So sorry for your loss. Hugs.

  8. Michelle

    December 14, 2011

    love this.

  9. Kerri

    December 14, 2011

    Somehow the hope in these words, “no matter how broken your family the future holds surprises, new possibilities,” plants that hope in my heart. Thank you, my friend. I love to hear the future sounding bright in your words. I so miss what I had, but I guess I can look forward to what I can create, too.

    Love you. I’m truly so sorry about your loss(es.)

  10. Kerri

    December 14, 2011

    Somehow the hope in these words, “no matter how broken your family the future holds surprises, new possibilities,” plants that hope in my heart. Thank you, my friend. I love to hear the future sounding bright in your words. I so miss what I had, but I guess I can look forward to what I can create, too.

    Love you. I’m truly so sorry about your loss(es.)

  11. jenjamin

    December 14, 2011

    Beautiful post. I love this line
    “our earthly limits on communication will dissolve– love and understanding flow freely” and I believe that too. sending my love!

  12. Kit Linkous

    December 14, 2011

    so glad you decided to go! what a blessing! you are loved–by Him who makes those wonderful reunions possible, by so many here, as well as by all those enjoying that joyful other side

  13. Cath

    December 15, 2011

    I am wordless Michelle. This was so very touching. I’m so glad for a deeper insight into your mother and grandmother. So glad you didn’t miss this tender event. Thank you for your testimony – you are a beacon of light to your family. I love you.

  14. Linn

    December 15, 2011

    You have given me hope, sweet friend. And knowing a small part of what you are going through, I’m so grateful for this experience, that must have healed your heart a little. Absolutely lovely writing. Thanks more than you know for sharing.

  15. Tracy

    December 16, 2011

    I am so sorry for your loss – but so happy for some new beginnings for you. Love you. xo

  16. Crystal Critchfield

    December 26, 2011

    Beautiful post, Michelle. I love that picture of your mom. So precious! I’m grateful for the healing power of the atonement. God bless you and your sweet family!

Comments are closed.