Being with her family was what Martha enjoyed most of all. This is where she drew her strength and left her legacy.
This family, and her role as mother and grandmother, was the most important thing to Mom. Mom is survived by the four of us and her 5 grandchildren, as well as other relatives and friends. Here is a poem by Helen Steiner Rice entitled ‘Spring Garden’ I think that for Mom, maybe working in the garden was a way to be the careful nurturing person that she didn’t really get the chance to be. In nurturing living things and helping to bring beauty and peace to the world, gardeners make a difference in the world and make their lives and the lives of those who see their gardens richer and fuller.
There is a peacefulness that can come over us as we care for and nurture the flowers and plants in a garden. There is a beauty and a satisfaction in seeing the result of our labor grow and come to fruition. Gardening is tedious and hard work, but there is something that gardeners know and experience that others sometimes do not. It takes patience and perseverance and a love for living things to grow a garden or a beautiful flower. One of the most important things in Mom’s life was gardening, and she took great pride in her flowers. The ways she touched our lives will remain, and I ask you to keep those memories alive by sharing them with me and with one another. But even though she is gone, she has left the legacy of her love and perseverance. While we know that she is at peace and that her struggles are at an end, there is pain and sadness.
We wish that so much of her life had not been lost to her illness, that things could have been different for her, and for us. We wish that we had more time, and perhaps that during the time we had we had spent more of it together. Martha was only 59 when she passed away unexpectedly on Monday, September 4 th in Colorado Springs.
In sharing the joy and the pain together today, may we lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy. We are gathered here today in the memory of my mother, Martha Aquario, so that together we may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that her life was to us, and the pain that her passing brings. To everything there is a season, a time for every
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