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Granite Falls Advocate Tribune - Granite Falls, MN
  • Kathy’s Conundrums

  • The eyes are the doorway to the soul. Tears are the balm of life. Beatrice Velde, wife of LaGrant Velde for 72 and a half years traveled to ‘the next place’ this past week. Bea was a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a sister, aunt and a friend. Throughout her life in this place she experienced a lifeti...
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  •     The eyes are the doorway to the soul.
        Tears are the balm of life.
        Beatrice Velde, wife of LaGrant Velde for 72 and a half years traveled to ‘the next place’  this past week.
        Bea was a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a sister, aunt and a friend.  Throughout her life in this place she experienced a lifetime of tears.
        Tears at Birth.
        Tears of pain: the pain of labor just prior to the birth of her child.
        Tears of joy: the tears that fill the eyes slowly as a new mother looks into the face of innocence. The beauty of God glows from the tiny bundle of life that rests so peacefully in her mother’s arms.
        Tears of wonderment: the tears that begin as a tiny tickle in a mother’s voice as she carefully unwraps the bunting to count five tiny fingers on each hand and five tiny toes on each foot. The tears flow freely from her eyes as she whispers, “She’s perfect.”
        Tears of comfort: the tiny baby frees her arm from the blankets and reaches out to grasp her mother’s finger.  As she tightens her grip, the realization of a new independent life begins to emerge as do the tears that slowly roll down her mother’s cheeks.
        Tears at Illness.
        Tears of fear: the panic and fear that overwhelms a mother as she looks down at her child and sees that something is wrong.  As a mother, she does not panic; she remains strong. A quick trip into the emergency room, the confirmation that she was correct and the comment from the doctor, “She will be just fine.” Finally tears of relief.
        Tears at graduation.
        Tears of pride: the sight of her baby dressed in cap and gown, marching with her head held high to the sounds of Pomp and Circumstance as she and her classmates file into the high school auditorium.  Tears flow freely as a kaleidoscope of memories flash through her mother’s mind.
        Tears at marriage.
        Tears of anticipation: these tears are a special mixture of tears of joy, happiness, and a tiny smidgen of ‘you’re so young…are you ready to be a wife and mother’ and of course tears of loss…’my baby is all grown up’.
    Page 2 of 2 -     Tears at a grandchild’s birth.
        Tears:  a mélange of anticipation, fear, pride, comfort, wonderment, thanks to God, and overwhelming joy.
        Tears of old age: tears of fear of the unknowns that face her, tears of loss of strength and agility, tears of aches and pains that permeate her body, tears of resignation of our role in this life, tears of times past, and finally tears of comfort knowing that the 'next place' is going to be filled with love.
        As each of us faces the tears of loss, remember these words of author Warren Hanson that he penned in his book, The Next Place.
        “I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find, all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.  All these good things will go with me.  They will make my spirit glow.  And that light will shine forever in the next place I will go.”
     

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