“A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really deeply cares.” Debi Mazar
Debi Mazar must have known Mrs. Katherine Elliott.
Watching as her body failed her over the last few months was the worst thing any of us have gone through. To those who knew her they saw an invincible woman who never quit! Never gave up! That just wasn’t in her nature.
She was a fighter. Not the kind that stands in the ring pummeling their opponent but the kind that stood there facing whatever adversity with strength, grace and respect. Her faith never wavered; to the very end her future was certain. She had the best piece of real estate waiting for her in Heaven.
I wish I could have seen her face as her feet met the lush green grass in Paradise for the first time. I wish I could have seen her face as she strolled hand in hand through the garden with God. Telling him of her loves ones back home that she didn’t want to leave behind. But in a way only Mrs. Katherine could, I bet she pitched the sale to God and sold him on her plan. She would explain that we need her here with each of us on our journey through life. He would smile and listen intently to her and agree that her work on earth is far from over. He would invite her to be with us as much as possible in spirit.
I wish I could watch as her eyes danced when she saw the banquet laid out before her. I wish I could hear her laughter and joy as she embraced her husband, son, grandsons, friends, relatives, parents and all the others dear to her that have passed. All of them greeting her with open arms in their true forms; No illness, no pain, no wheelchairs, no restrictions.
Oh my I can’t wait to sit at that table with her one day.
Oh my I can’t wait to sit at that table with her one day.
I wish I could see her true form. This body she left behind could no longer contain her spirit. Her tiny frame was no match for the beautiful angel that finally went home Monday @ 1:57 p.m.
When we celebrate Easter, the day Jesus rose again, she will be there to rejoice watching the children laugh and search for the golden egg. When we celebrate Christmas, Jesus’ Birthday, she will join in the excitement of sharing gifts with one other. When we bow our heads to pray over our Thanksgiving meal she will be there giving thanks along with us.
At every moment of joy or pain; she will be there to guide us through gently coaxing us to have just one more scoop of ice cream.
I love you Mrs. Katherine. I will never forget you. Save a good seat for me.
