While this book was written to thank God for His unending grace, if it were not for my mother, I would not have known Him in the loving way that I did.
She was truly in love with her Lord.
She spent every day of her life thanking Him for all that He had given her.
To be told of her worldly possessions, you would have considered her extremely poor, but she had a spirit about her that overlooked her earthly poverty and found true riches in the One that she openly revered.
There have been few like her, but knowing her has made me a better man and a better son.
These words were written at her death to celebrate her life while here on earth.
So loyal and steady,
She did it alone, with God looking down,
Gave all that she had With never a sound.
No “What about me” or “It is my turn!”
She was that example From which you could learn,
She did live what she taught and taught what she lived,
There was no second guess, Her all she would give.
If sainthood’s obtained while living on earth,
She over and over Has shown her true worth,
She took not for herself but thought only of others,
Giving true meaning and worth,
To the personage of mothers.
No one have I known who lived life so true,
Who lived what she taught,
Dear Mom, we love you.
Margaret A Hardesty
November 15, 1918-January 7, 2006.
Thank you, Mom, for your true devotion. This world is a better place by your having lived here.