I was noticing a scratch on a piece of furniture when an old memory surfaced. It was of a story I’d read many years ago, written, I believe, by a Unity minister. The details may not be exact but the gist is close enough.
She told of visiting a dear friend who was not easily able to get out. It was a pleasure to come to her home, which always seemed filled with interesting and lovely objects, everything shining with a patina of polish and loving care. And over all, the lady spread her mantle of charm and gracious welcome. Her invitations were sought and prized, and her guests uniformly left her with reluctance – and happy memories.
And it came to pass that the friend died. The minister had been left a small bequest – a painting she had once admired – and on impulse had gone to the home, where she knew the lady’s sister would be sorting through her things. She wanted to visit once more the place of which she had such fond memories.
It came as a surprise to her when she walked in, that the rooms were not at all as she recalled. Everything was shabby and a little worn. The paint was peeling, the upholstery faded. The pretty little shepherdesses and their swains, the lovely china plates, all were revealed in the harsh light to be inexpensive souvenirs. It seems the lady had imbued her modest possessions with the grace and beauty of her inner being, so that everything and everyone around her, became a little finer through being in her company.
As an epitaph, you couldn’t do much better. Fitting words for a life well lived.
(Originally published March 23, 2014)
August 9, 2022 at 8:35 am
Please dear Lord let me leave this world the sane way. Let me provide beauty and warmth to the people that surround me.
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August 10, 2022 at 1:47 pm
Dear Frank, from what I know of you, you already do. You are a lovely, kind-hearted man, who it is my pleasure to know.
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August 9, 2022 at 8:43 am
I have had an experience like this. My friend made everything and everyone feel beautiful and loved.
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August 10, 2022 at 1:50 pm
Marsha, is it from that friend that you learned to be one of the kindest people I have ever known? I am trying to learn from you to be a better and more patient person. 🙂
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August 10, 2022 at 12:25 pm
Melody, this is actually a beautiful epitaph befitting a fine woman. Would that we would all be so kindly remembered.
Another gem from you, glistening amidst a darkened world. Save this. ❤️
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August 10, 2022 at 1:51 pm
Cher, I believe each one of us would like to be remembered so kindly. It makes me wish I could have known her. I’m so glad you liked her story.
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