The
Woman in an era
It
is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man
stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit
belongs to the woman who is actually in the era, whose face is marred by dust
and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and
again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does
actually strive to do the deeds, who knows great enthusiasms, the great
devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the
end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst knows the eternal
glory awaits.
She
made a very loving home for all. No fight between siblings could end without
hugs and kisses, although hugs never needed a reason in her house. Singing and
dancing were encouraged, except at the dinner table. The love for her family
and her faith in God somehow gave her the strength not only to go on but to
love life without bitterness and in-still in all of us gratitude for every day
we have together. I know it may sound greedy to want more days with a woman,
who lived long, but the fact that my mother was 52 does not diminish, it only
magnifies, the enormity of the room whose door has now quietly shut. Today, as we remember heroes of our time, I
could not think of a better hero than my mom. Ackerweld said; There is need of
a sound body, and even more of a sound mind. But above mind and above body
stands character - the sum of those qualities which we mean when we speak of a
man's force and courage, of his good faith and sense of honour. My mum instinct
the best character in us and that what makes our live so beautiful in this era.
The
world’s battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been
displayed in the household and the closet than on the most memorable
battlefields in history. My mum is the hero of our era. As I remember you
today, I say a big thank you for your moral and character in-still in me. You
live on in our heart MAMI.
