Eulogy for Mom

Yesterday we buried Mom. This is the Eulogy I wrote in honor of her and I wanted to share it with Everyone



Today we celebrate the life of Nancy Wilma Wright Wilkinson . I could tell you that she was born Mar. 6, 1923 in Onton, Webster Co, Ky. To Lois and Ocia Wright. That she was 1 of 11 children, Or how she loved to sing and play the piano, a talent she taught herself. That she sang duets with her sister June in church. I could also tell you that after high school she moved to Evansville, In. and worked during WW II as a riveter, a working example of Rosie the riveter, where she meet James Paul Wilkinson and married him in June of 1944. That 3 children were born to them, myself in 1945, Kent in 1946 and Cindy in 1952. How one summer no ones garden would grow but hers did enough that she canned and sold green beans. That in 1955 she herded her 3 children onto a Grey Hound bus and moved to Fla. Followed by Dad after we were established there. That after returning to In. and Dad going to Calif. She again, in 1956, herding her 3 children together and we traveled to Calif. By the Santa Fe. railroad to join Dad. Again they had to set up their home. She always met the challenge. How twice while horse playing with her sons she got hurt. Once breaking her hip the other jarring her kidneys loose.

I could also speak of the trips we took to Kentucky, and how she enjoyed seeing her parents, and brothers and sisters and the pain she felt when she lost one of them. She loved the farm she was raised on, and the beautiful Green River.

That she was proud of the area she was from. Once as we were traveling in the mountains of Calif. She spot a car with Vandenberg, In. license plates. As we passed it she rolled down her window and yelled “Evansville” . She probably scared the people in the other car who probably though they had a crazy woman yelling at them from another car. Or that she enjoyed the Calif. Dessert and that her and Dad would go there many times a year, and had planned to retire there.

I could tell you how she took care of Dad as he was dying and how much she missed him after his death in 1976. Of her move to Wash., then to Idaho, then to Ks. To join Cindy, to again live for a while on a farm, which made her happy. How her brained turn against her, how her memory faded, and she was often confused. Or the fun she had at her 85th birthday party, there are pictures of this party on the slide show, but I won’t.

Instead I want to tell you about her first love. She loved Jesus! If you talked to her very long you knew of her love for Him. She was always ready to tell you about Him. Teaching at a Christian preschool was a labor of love. How many of us get to work at a job we love, but she did. She could help to teach the children about the Love of God. Being a co-pastor was a love, again she got to spread the word of God. Even through a bad 2nd marriage Jesus came first. She prayed for her children, her family and her friends. She continued playing piano and singing for the Lord and never passing a chance to tell some one about her Lord and Savior. Any time I called and talked to her the conversation would turn to God. One of her greatest achievements were winning others to God. This was always a labor of love for her. On Monday before she became ill I went to see her at the nursing home and found that she had been reading her Bible and doing her daily devotions. Even though her mind forgot many things she never forgot that Jesus loved her. There is a song written about the writer’s grandmother that says “she can’t remember my name but she remembers that Jesus loves me.” Mom at times couldn’t remember my name but she knew Jesus loved her. She knew that when she passed where she was headed. She had not doubt, she had that knowledge. The knowledge that only a personal walk with Jesus knows.

I know that when she passed Dad was waiting in Heaven for her. They enjoyed going to church together. They worked together for the Lord and now they are together forever. Forever they can worship Him that they both loved. They were both washed in the Blood of Jesus. Cleansed of all unrighteousness, by His Blood. I can imagine them together singing and shout His praises, and if you knew our Dad singing was not his thing. I also know that when she left us Jesus met her and told her WELCOME HOME MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT. COME AND RECEIVE MY PEACE.

Someday soon, I know I will see her again, and she will be healthy, with a perfect mind and body. She will not again have trouble remember names, or where she is at, no more confusion. There will be no more sickness, no more pain, no more sorrow, only happiness. She will greet me and all her saved family with open arms, then we will all be together forever. What a reunion that will be. Jesus, her and us. The circle will then be unbroken, never to be broken again. If anyone here does not know Jesus as your personal Savior, ask Him to come into your life, and you can have this peace that Mom had through troubling times, and you can see her again in glory. There are people here that will be happy to pray with you after the funeral. I can see her shouting with joy if her loved ones come to Jesus, all heaven will join her in rejoicing. The Bible tells us this is so. The Angels will sing and Praise God with her, for one of hers is His, saved by Grace through Jesus our Lord.

So long Mom, until we meet again on the other side of the Jordan, on those Golden streets where Your Lord and Master awaits. Fly away Mom, fly away home.