|Birth: ||Apr. 22|
|Death: ||Aug. 12, 2009|
She was complex, private, deeply human, difficult, argumentative and shy, happy, loving, full of faith. She was generous with everything. She shared her food, clothing, and her heart with the needy. She supported many charities throughout the years.
As I stepped out into the lovely garden that my Mother had so many times before her illness helped plant and created years before, now in full bloom on a late autumn day ~ strangely,the burst of pinks and oranges would pale in comparison to Mothers expression and celebration of nature.
A satisfied flower is one whose petals are about to fall. It lived it's life, was beautiful and gave pleasure to others. It has achieved it's destiny and as it loses it petals and begins to fade. The energy in the stem goes back to the roots for another summer bloom. We wait for that summer bloom and it appears as beautiful as the years before. The flower is not lost because the plants still goes on. That is how she looked at God and death. We remain part of the plant.
The complicated Mother Daughter relationship never really existed between any of her children. I don't know if it was because she stepped out of our way and let us make mistakes or if when we did make a mistake she softly captured our hearts and eased us into reality. She disciplined with love as my Father did. With a look I could feel what she was thinking. I loved the apron strings, they were part of me.
I and my child and his children are her legacy to the world. We all have a lot to live up to. Her gentle spirit and her determination in perfect balance.
I believe that to go on without our loved ones we have to believe that death is just the beginning of an adventure. Her adventure begins without me.... but I will see her in a snow flake on my eye lashes, I will feel her in the spring breezes, the summer sun, and the colors of a fall sky...I plan on having her with me always.
My love eternally.
This memorial was created by her daughter who knew everything there was to know about her Mother. In the first sentence I said She was private...she remains private. It was her wish.
Mom took her final bow and then walked off the stage of life. She was here one moment, touching me; inviting, cajoling, imploring me to sharing her outlook on life and love. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was suddenly gone, leaving me filled with warmth and joy but unspeakable sadness—and in the kind of inexpressible longing that…well, that only she would be able to convey in a life so well lived.
I miss you Mom,
My love eternally,
Thanks to David for sponsoring Mom.
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.
Mildred Mary Arvig (1887 - 1965)
Matthew Edward Clark (1925 - 1999)
Mia The Best Friend Ever Service Dog (2002 - 2015)*
Lorna Mae Arvig Clark (____ - 2009)
Leonard H Arvig (1909 - 1983)*
Carroll C Arvig (1915 - 1962)*
Fort Snelling National Cemetery
Plot: Sec 7 Site 1115
Created by: Diane ღ
Record added: Aug 13, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 40638931