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Remembering Mona

This week my dear friend, Mona Durham, age 96,
died peacefully with her family gathered round.

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Mona’s family and the leadership team of our church
decorated the sanctuary and fellowship hall beautifully
for her memorial service today.

Her ashes, in a container under the purple cloth,
were sent into the hands of God
as Jesus and St. Peter must surely
have welcomed her into heaven.
She was a True Believer.

The floral arrangements were spectacular.

There was a beautiful display of photos
depicting Mona with many of her beloved family.
She had four children and seven grandchildren.
Four of the grandkids shared stories about how her life
impacted theirs in such loving, meaningful, lasting ways.

I took notes (as is my habit) as I listened to their stories.
Here are my notes:



Mona Durham’s was a 96 year life well lived.
She lived heartily loving and laughing;
Tough, fair, sarcastic, always available,
Humble, reliable, stable, and always hospitable.

Mona wasn’t delicate or sheltered.
The last of three daughters, she was the son…
The son her dad never had! How he loved her!
Oh how she loved him, others, and this Madison Valley!

She was a woman of grit and grace, loyal and hardworking.
Volunteered with church, History museum, blood draws,
Elections, Women’s Club & Cattle Women’s Association.
Her later years were less busy, but never less purposeful.

She gave her life to quietly helping others.
Her strength, honesty, love, and strong values
Were the glue that held the family together.
Also the fact that she always had fresh cookies!

Mona’s strength was grounded and rooted.
Her faith was deep, honest and clear.
She carried struggles quietly with endurance.
Her life will endure in each of us who loved her.

Following the service, there was a time of fellowship with beautiful trays of meats and cheeses (prepared by Deemo’s in Ennis).

Deemo’s also prepared this beautiful, tasty tray of veggies.

The family extended a special thank you to the caregivers at Home Park and Madison Valley Manor for the dignity, kindness, and care they showed Ramona in her final years. In lieu of flowers, they asked that donations be made to Madison Valley Historical Museum (where Mona was a faithful, treasured volunteer) or Bear Creek Schoolhouse (where she attended 1st to 4th grade and then later volunteered to help with fundraisers to maintain it – and organized pinochle parties every March). She loved playing cards, doing 500 – 1000 piece puzzles, and keeping in touch always with her family and friends. She will be sorely missed by us all!

Mona’s smile was infectious!

Mona’s granddaughter, Tori,
summed up what most of her family
would agree was an important take-away:


“I see so clearly that her impact
isn’t simple or singular, it’s generational.
What she has given us goes far beyond memories,
she’s given us a way of living.”

“She never once told me how to live,
but she sure as hell has shown me!”


Your shared love inspires us
to pass it on.
Thank you, Mona.

Love,
JanBeek

Don’t Wait ’til it’s Too Late!

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If you have roses, bless your soul,

Just pin one on my buttonhole

While I’m alive and well – today;

Don’t wait until  I’ve gone away.

 

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Don’t tell the folks I was a saint

Or any old thing that I ain’t.

If you have jam like that to spread,

Please pass it out before I’m dead.

 

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That poem was one of several posted on a piece of cardboard

inside my mom’s kitchen cabinet door. She created the collection

in 1937 from poems posted weekly in the local newspaper.

I have it inside my kitchen cabinet now.

The poet, unknown, went on to write:

 

Don’t go and buy a large bouquet

For which you find it hard to pay.

Don’t mope around and feel all blue –

I may be better off than you.

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My mom had that poem memorized. She recited it often.

I am grateful for her love of poetry.  She passed it on to me.

I told you in a post this week that my sister (age 82) is suffering from Alzheimer’s.

I was thinking of this poem today as I visited a friend in the hospital,

and as I wrote a card to my sis. I included a collage of pictures from our childhood.

Her short-term memory may be fading, but her long-term memory is intact.

Here is a sampling of some of the photos I included:

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She’s on the left. That’s me on the right. We were in junior high here, I think.

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Sally was all dolled up for her senior prom.

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I’m in red (still my favorite color) and pregnant with our first child.

Sally is in black with her husband and their oldest daughter.

That’s our Dad and Mom in the front (you figured that out!)

 

Sometimes a collage of old photos is even better than

pinning a rose on your buttonhole, don’t you think?

 

Just whatever you plan to do, do it!

Don’t wait ’til it’s too late!

Swan Songs

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Swan Song has the connotation
Of the last performance here –
The last time you will finish something –
A time to bow out and cheer.

This swan on the water is singing
To the tune of something new –
A day to appreciate the river –
Swim freely and enjoy the view.

We may stay in the freezing river
And sing our song to the Montana sky,
Or we may head off to Switzerland
Sing to grape-covered Alps way up high.

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We may go to the market in Spain,
See the display of candy – amazing!

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Or sing our Swan Song to friends
Whose life-times are closing and changing.

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Today I went to a Memorial Service
For five friends whose earth-life had ended.
Their lives were lived to the fullest,
But their last tune was poorly attended.

As I sang of the Old Rugged Cross,
And heard what a friend in Jesus we find,
I reflected on the Swan Songs of these
Who lived long lives, impactful, and kind.

They outlived their dearest earthly friends,
And they spent their last years in a bed
Where gentle caregivers loved them.
They’d have preferred to be home instead.

They’ve taken their stories and sweet songs
To their heavenly home – so don’t cry.
Just celebrate their lives lived in love,
And remember their Lights in the sky.

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Each star that sparkles in the brilliant night
Is a reminder of one of these friends.
They lived lives of service; their stories don’t stop;
They’ll keep shining on us ’til eternity ends.

Whose lives are you remembering today?
Look up this evening… see their Lights blinking bright
as you remember their lives and legacy.
God bless them… and you … and have a good night!

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