Bringing All Things to Your Remembrance

No Greater Gift

Donna M. Brown

Donna M. Brown

This morning I opened the door to the laundry room to find two plates of taco salad (with forks) sitting on top of the washer. I slammed the door shut and had a good belly laugh.

What’s so funny about that? Nothing, really. It’s all part of one of those tragedies that actually moves you to laughter. My mom, 76, was feeding our dinner last night to her imaginary homeless man in the basement and apparently he has a friend.

For whatever reason — or, reasons — my mother’s sense of reasoning has left her. She replaced it with a world of imaginary people who keep her company. She prefers their company to ours now. She understands them better and they seem to understand her.

I stood in the hallway for a minute, recovering, shaking my head and grinning. That’s when it hit me: “How very like her to feed the homeless people in the basement.”

My grandmother, Donna Hanna Kelson Morgan, died when I was just 12 years old; yet, her level of compassion for other people was such that it still impacts my life every single day. My mother carried on that tradition.

John 14:26 -“But the Comforter, [which is] the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.”

Although my mother suffers from Stage 4 dementia, she has not forgotten that the Lord wants her to love and give and share.

I have memories of my mother (from my very early childhood) taking care of an elderly lady and her dog who lived across the street; feeding those who were hungry; sheltering those that needed a place to live; fighting for little children who were in desperate need of an advocate to help them get their most basic needs met; comforting college students as who suffered from terminal homesickness as a local university’s student health director; and, running to the aid of community members needing allergy shots, a ride or a hand up.

Although she cannot remember what she had for breakfast — or if she had breakfast at all — her heart remembers what was instilled in her by pure example, “Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: