For the 10 hours prior to her leaving this world of pain, my brother Dave and Sharon, Kate, Kim and Rob, Doug, Trevor and me had laughed and talked, reminiscing about the last 60 years of life with Mom and Dad. It sounded like a script for the Little Rascals. Everything from Mom making soup every week to feed the hobos that walked the CP tracks behind our house, to baking chocolate cake that, unbeknownst to us, wasn't supposed to be flat and chewy. Someone tried to get us to eat some weird concoction that was thick and fluffy telling us it was chocolate cake. We knew different. To this day, I have to pour milk on Chocolate cake, fluffy or otherwise.
Mom grew up with 3 older brothers and a younger sister on a farm near Moorefield, Ontario during the war years. With 2 brothers and her father in the service she had to work with her brother and mother to keep the farm going. She knew what it meant to work hard and the evidence is seen in her life. From making bullets to spinning cotton for Khaki uniform material to making shoes at Scroggins in Galt, Ontario, Mom worked for a living.
When she turned 52, Rheumatoid Arthritis became her nemesis. I'm sure a lot of people have given up with this terrible disease but not Mom as her fingers and toes slowly lost their use and became impedances that got caught when she was trying to put on clothes. Right to the end, Mom knit clothes for missionaries and great grandchildren.
RM and I bought Mom a puppy 5 years ago which became a constant in her life. Posie loved her as only a dog can. Last night when Gramma didn't come home, Posie sensed something and was very quiet.
I already miss her as does Rose Mary who spent the last 5 years caring for her at our home. I think RM identified with Mom and her arthritis giving her an empathetic heart rather than just a sympathetic feeling for her. 
Mom stuck up for her boys and then her grandkids and then her great grandkids. Learning how to defend yourself with older brothers helped and so did being "mouthy".That's what got her and Dad in trouble so much in the early days of their marriage. They were both strong willed and had to get in the last word. After giving their lives to Christ things changed. Mom still got in her "licks" at times but she was able to say she was sorry, sort of, after. We had doozy battles when she lived with us. I could escape downstairs where she couldn't physically go and would tell her I couldn't hear her all the way down which would really tick her off. Then I'd poke my head up over the half wall and smile at her. She'd laugh.
As my sister-in-law Sharon said, "We have lost a prayer warrior." When the pain woke her in the middle of the night, she would pray for people. Her writings are full of prayer items that recur over and over through the years, particularly her siblings and her sons and their families. Mom was proponent of Prayer Meeting and lamented the demise of the Wednesday night practice but was grateful that the seniors still got together to pray.
We will miss her physical presence, her voice but will be able to continue her legacy and pass down to the next generation the values that she held, not just in life, but in eternal values. Eternity was written in her heart as it is in all of us. She found that forever connection and her prayer was always that others, in particular her family, would realize that eternity is in their hearts as well.
‘Well done, good and faithful servant... Enter into the joy of your master.’ Matt. 25:23
The celebration of Mom's life will be at Calvary Baptist Church, Guelph, Ontario on February 20 at 1:00 pm. The preacher will be her grandson, Kaj Ballantyne.
