She Taught Me How To Make Rhubarb Pie

April 2, 2008
Posted by Candice

I miss Jeanne. I miss her smile, her cooking, her encouragement, her steadiness, her morning coffee, her glasses she wore when she read her bible on her big orange couch… I even miss watching her clean. I was only her daughter for such a short time. I didn’t have much time to get to know her, but I still think I got to know the very best of her. I can’t imagine how much other people must miss her, all those people that knew her for so much longer and deeper.

In those 3 years I’ve known her, she became my role model, almost immediately. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to learn from her, I wanted to watch her. Maybe, just maybe… if I could of watched her longer, I could have become more like her.

I miss her more when things are wrong. She used to make things right. She had a way to calm people down, to give encouragement, to make situations lighter. I started feeling sorry for myself. If only I had another wise woman I could be close to. If only I could have replaced Mom with another mom. If only I was closer to older women at church that are wise and gentle like her.

Then, I realized something. The thing that made Jeanne so wonderful and beautiful was Jesus. And He’s still here.

And, when I worship Jesus, it’s what she’s doing too! It’s almostĀ like we’re still hangin’ out.