My mother, Evelyn Donnetta Geiger, passed at the age of ninety-one on July 18. We just celebrated her funeral today. Thanks to everyone who has been so kind during these past weeks. God bless you all.
May Evelyn and all the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen.
I know I speak for the family when I say that it was a great blessing for us to be with our mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and friend during her last days. She was deeply committed to her family, and the family was there for her, to accompany her on her final journey. Mom knew she was dying and she was ready to meet Jesus. I told her she was going to see Jesus. She replied, “I want to see Him, but I am not sure that He wants to see me.” I think she was being facetious.
I would like to thank all those who have prayed for the repose of the soul of our mother and who have supported the family during this time. On behalf of my her sons, my brothers, Trace and Mike, and her grandchildren, Charlene, Tim, Chris, Michaela, and her great-grandson, Kolby, I say thank you. Though clearly difficult, it has been a tremendous time of grace.
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after” (J.R.R. Tolkien).
As unspeakably sad as the last week has been, I cannot remember one that was more filled with grace and peace. I have been privileged to witness heroism, steadfastness and mercy.
Thom and Marc, their family and friends have been searching earnestly for the ideals of chivalry; however, none of us would have considered the plate we have been served “quite the something” we “were after.” We must always praise God for His goodness.
Last Monday, when through one of the friars I received a distressed call from Carol in which she asked one of us to meet her at Bachus Hospital, I was swept up into a series of events so inconceivable to me that the mind still balks at its consideration. I knew the situation was dour when I heard the words “drowning” and “Life Star” though in reality, I had no idea of the real dimensions of the tragedy.
My mind still short circuits when I think of the hole left in so many lives by the absence of Thom and Marc, but at the same time, the past week has etched into my mind some of the most precious memories of my life. Like many who were privileged to know Thom and Marc and to participate in their sending off, I have been overwhelmed by the presence of God during this difficult time. Continue reading →