08 Jul Mary Jane 1930-2022

July 7, 2022 —- How am I supposed to feel today? No more jokes, or teaching, or hugs, or emails, or… But she left us two years ago. Dementia is a terrible thing.

I was glad I saw her for the last time at Glenn Erie…a happy place for both of us. I could tell she wasn’t all there. She was tickled that I was starting seminary. At least she understood that. We parted. Kelly and I grabbed some lunch and sat  on the patio. Her daughter took her across the yard to the carriage barn. I watched her for a few minutes. It turned out that’s the last time I saw her.

I’m glad. I don’t think I could have watched her die.

She gave me my ministry. Or I should say that God gave me my mission through her. We did ministry together. She taught me how to do this. She gave me her last sermon years before she needed to and reminded me that the work continues after she is gone. I couldn’t imagine that day would come. Now it has.

She’s right about the work continuing. My list is long. Seminary classes, mentoring, writing. I’m speaking at a conference later this year and using all the tools she gave me. Praise the Lord!

How should I feel? Should I cry? The grief cycle says I should.

Should I smile?  Maybe even laugh? I picture I got my friend in her new body dancing with Jesus and Bud! Bud. He’s been gone for 30. They’re back together as it’s meant to be. Glorified.

Mary Jane is now hearing the words we all long to hear….”well done, good and faithful daughter.”