Sorry to be so “chatty” tonight, but I felt the need to post one more thing.
I’d like to ask you to pray for someone special in my family’s life. Her name is Mary, and for the last 40 or so years, she has worked faithfully as the Mr.’s grandmother’s maid. If you’re from the South, then you understand what I’m talking about.
She started her work when the Mr.’s mom was in college. Mary walked behind her as they made the short trek to church on Mr.’s mom’s wedding day, carefully carrying the gown’s train so it wouldn’t get mussed up en-route.
Over the years, Mary half-raised most of the Mr.’s cousins…boys that were quite the handful. I know, because I attended school with two of them. They once locked themselves in the bathroom with a package of matches. Mary did everything in her power to coax those boys out before finally calling their dad. Oh yeah, she tried to prevent a butt-whooping, but their stubbornness got in the way.
When the Mr. and I started dating, Mary welcomed me to the family with open arms. She was, after all, family. True to Southern tradition, that woman could cook up a storm! Veal cutlets, dove, quail…all delicious! My favorite thing she made, though, was Caramel Cake. If she knew I was coming for lunch, she always had this cake prepared for me.
After the Mr.’s grandfather passed away a few years ago, Mary became an integral part of the support system that enveloped the Mr.’s grandmother. She nursed her back to health after grueling back surgery, making sure she exercised properly and took her medication as prescribed. More than anything, Mary was the company that Mama D needed during the initial time of adjustment of living alone.
Mary…always quietly serving, preferring to stay in the background while others enjoyed the hospitality she worked so hard to prepare for.
And now she’s dying.
The Mr. took a road trip tonight to visit her in the hospital, where she’s heavily sedated. I didn’t go with him, but I can only imagine the tears he must have shed as he spoke what will probably be his final words to her.
Please pray that she won’t have to suffer…that God takes her gently in the night as a reward for her faithful service here on earth. She truly was an angel in disguise, and when she’s gone, she will be terribly missed.
Please pray for the Mr. as he’s known her his entire life. She cleaned the wildlife he killed on hunts…prepared the birds exactly as he liked them. He frequently drove her home after her work was completed. She never drove a car, that I’m aware of. In fact, she probably didn’t even own one. She was very poor and gave most of what she did earn to others.
Please pray for Mama D as yet another void will open in her life. Their relationship had evolved from one of employer/employee to one of friendship, whether Mama D will admit it or not. Remember…traditional South and all.
Thanks you guys!
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