Elsie Lee Luton
Born: August
22,1918
Died: April
12,1999
This 12th day of April, 1999, as I shared this
last journey with my Mother, the word that
comes into my mind would be
"bittersweet".
I rejoice in the sharing of all the years of
her
life. Learning about things in her life that I
had never known. Just sharing 80 years of
life......Mother to Daughter.
I have finally understood that no matter what
I do or what I choose to believe...her death
is
very near now.
My answers came from a walk outside the
hospital in the early hour of 3 AM. I was
already being shown the promise of another
awesome morning. My walk took me through
a courtyard garden with benches and a statue
of St. Lourdes. Here is where I made my
peace with God.
I realized I had to let go of Momma before she
would know it was okay to meet her Master
now. Everything here on earth as far as her
family and life were doing good and now she
could let go without any worries.
The last thing my Momma asked of me was to
sing Amazing Grace to her. About 10 minutes
later, she silently glided on The Eagles wings
` heavenbound.
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38 Days of Pain and Sorrow
My heart is full of sorrow and tears,
Only God can calm all the fears.
No time now for doubts and regrets;
Her gift of love I will never forget.
Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound,
A Mothers' love that I had found.
Orphaned at birth, abandoned by kin;
This God-fearing person took me in.
Thoughts are scattered as death comes here,
Holding her hand as the Angels draw near.
A faithful Servant to our loving Master;
She is at peace as God comforts her.
We traveled Memory Lane, Mother and I,
Such contentment...On eagles wings she flies.
May time continue on as her days are few;
Until Our Savior on high starts her life anew!
Dedicated to Mother April 12, 1999 just hours
before she died. She thought it was beautiful.
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This one was written by our daughter, Michelle
Faulkner the same day.....
Agony of Death
The world seems surreal
As time doth stand still
With every breath that she takes
Death shines on the lake
It's waters rest silent
Until her coughing becomes violent
Causing tidal waves of sorrow
Wondering what is there for tomorrow
I know her time is near
But it doesn't ease the fear
Her life has been led pure
Yet, it is agony to endure
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