Saturday, December 20, 2008

Grandmother Mara Louise Burt Beese's Memorial Altar

Grandmother Mara Louise Burt Beese's Memorial Altar

My maternal grandmother, Mara Louise (Burt) Beese passed away this fine morning at 11:25a CST. My little family built a memorial altar dedicated to her and I wanted to share it with you. She will be cremated and her memorial service will be sometime in January.

I will always remember her laughter and the tears that poured out of her beautiful green eyes as she laughed and laughed and laughed. She was a witty person. Extremely intelligent and very headstrong in her own way. She was a redhead to the core. Beautiful, gracious, inspiring and a cornerstone in her community.

She was 89 when she passed into the hands and heart of God.

She loved the Song of Solomon and Ecclesiastes Chapter 3. Here is the latter quoted for you and for her.

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

I love you, Grandmother. You have traveled your long road and now you go gently into the night. You created much beauty as you passed through. Take care of all of those special childhood memories of mine. I will miss you. Forever.

Love, Andrea.

3 comments:

Kyddryn said...

Go in peace, Grandmother, to honor the Beyond with your wit, wisdom, and laughter.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

Farewell, Mara Louise Burt Beese. You live on in your daughter, your daughter's daughter, and your daughter's daughter's daughter.

Blessed be.

thenguyens said...

Peace to you and your family. I remember stories about Grandma Mara. I'm sure she loves the altar you made in her honor.