We celebrated my grandmother yesterday. Well, celebrated and mourned. You see, Ella Mae Dumas, 96, of Brady, Texas, passed away on Monday, October 15, 2012, and yesterday was her funeral. It was not a grand affair…that wouldn’t have fit “Granny.” It was a simple ceremony attended by her two sons, one of her two remaining siblings and a group of about 30 other friends and family. I learned more about my grandmother yesterday, than I had in the previous 42 years of my life. She truly was an amazing lady. She enjoyed gardening, playing games, dominoes or cards, and cooking and was well-known for her chocolate cake recipe. She was also an avid quilter. She had been a welder at on Oregon ship yard in World War II — one of the famous “Rosie the Riveters.” She loved her God and her family fiercely. She will be missed.
As I thought about what to say for the ceremony, I couldn’t help but think of Genesis. Creation. Fall. Crack through the earth. Curse of death. Hope of resurrection. We grieve Ella Mae’s passing, but not as those who have no hope. Since the fall, our hope was not in these physical bodies that are subject to age and decay and cancer… Our hope is in the resurrection. In a time when we will see our Creator face to face and receive new bodies – bodies that do not wear out, that do not fade, where death and pain are swallowed up in life. Ella Mae has preceded us there. She’s in the presence of her Savior. What a glorious time!
But here we weep. Here we mourn her passing. Praise God we can also celebrate a life well-lived. Well done, good and faithful servant.
Until next time…stay salty.