Today my Mary Mabbit would be 74 earth years old, something over 7 in Heaven.
It’s a grand day to remember her- warm, sunny, just like she.
That big shining grin that would light up a room, her lively sense of humor, her luminous intelligence.
Like a hobbit , she loved" peace and quiet and good tilled earth.”She was less enthusiastic about another hobbit favorite,
the inside of a pub.There was no guile about her- what you saw was what you got.
She was known for her staunch, conservative values . Her history teacher taught her well- “Don’t be so open minded your brains fall out”
and she delighted in propagating this message to all and sundry.She was fiercely loyal to what she believed in, especially that life is sacred.
She stood by her man in all things, and was honored for doing so.When we received a national support award , we stood together on the podium.
As a mother she was a quiet, kind teacher . She loved her" jaybirds and hoppy toads”.
She grew up housing-project poor, and she never learned the ways of opulence.
At Rice , we learned and enjoyed subsisting.She new where the loquat tree was behind the bio building ,
and where the dewberry brambles were in the quadrangle hedges.Those pies she baked were-oh-so-delicious.
I remember us saving our few dollars for a real date on a frigid January day.We walked down to Valian’s , with its warm , red atmosphere,
and caught a cab to the Windsor Theater, where we enjoyed “Dr. Zhivago.Once, when we were out,the skies opened .
Her response waste sing a snatch of our song, “Don’t stand in the rain with me; people will say we’re in love.”And we were, and are.
She was like the wife in Proverbs, the passage read at her funeral.
I miss her so much, but I get hope from the last 2 pages of “The Last Battle.”
I look forward to our heavenly journey through that great endless Book where every chapter is better than the one before.
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