Eulogies Unspoken: Stories of Worth
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For anyone who has ever faced adversitybe it abuse, poverty, loneliness, or griefthis book offers hope. Storytelling her way through the grief of losing her parents, the author delves deep into her hurts and memories. Eulogies Unspoken: Stories of Worth explores many aspects of grief, unscripted and raw with emotions. Follow the author as she spiritually wavers and seeks to find comfort on her journey. Come celebrate with her as she uncovers family treasures that have been tucked away. Ultimately, she comes to realize her mothers faith in God is a true testimony worthy to be shared.
Cindy McIntyre
Cindy McIntyre, author of Eulogies Unspoken: Stories of Worth, is an award-winning poet, and an educator of at-risk youth. She is a member of the Missouri Writer’s League and Ozark Writers League. She holds a Bachelors degree in psychology and a Master’s degree in Human Services, with an emphasis in Education. Miss McIntyre, has a background in home health services, which prepared her for the eighteen-year journey, serving as her father’s caregiver. Cindy McIntyre shares with readers honest emotions of grief, and moments of hope and inspiration. She is originally from Earlville, Illinois, but now calls Missouri her home. www.missouriauthorcindymcintyre.com Grief is universal. Yet, each of us takes a different journey on the path to healing. Through storytelling together, we might regain hope and faith.
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Eulogies Unspoken - Cindy McIntyre
Copyright © 2017 Cindy McIntyre.
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ISBN: 978-1-9736-0699-4 (sc)
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ISBN: 978-1-9736-0700-7 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2017917347
WestBow Press rev. date: 11/10/2017
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
—Ecclesiastes 3:1–4 (KJV)
To my parents, with eternal gratitude and love. Now is my time to heal, build up, laugh, dance, and send it out to the world with a prayer that it may help make a difference.
image1.jpgCONTENTS
Chapter 1 Forty-Seven Years Of Love
Chapter 2 Dear Mom, Happy New Year, 2000
Chapter 3 Tangents Of Grief
Chapter 4 Results—For Nary A Soul
Chapter 5 Another Road
Chapter 6 A Song For Mother
Chapter 7 Christmas In The Ozarks
Chapter 8 Storytelling For A Little Girl
Chapter 9 Lesson Plans Inspired By You
Chapter 10 Storytelling For A Little Boy
Chapter 11 Inside The Book Of John
Chapter 12 Eulogy Of Worth
Chapter 13 Grief Unscripted
Chapter 14 Unexpected Halos
Acknowledgments
Final Note
1
FORTY-SEVEN YEARS OF LOVE
So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.
—Ephesians 5:28 (KJV)
Gazing at my mother, lifeless in her casket: I assume most would consider that moment my biggest hurdle. Within the showroom of coffins, I silently helped my siblings Theresa and Sandi select the midpriced lavender model. I forgot to breathe as Mom’s purple church dress was tossed gracefully into the air by its hanger and carefully draped by the funeral director into her casket.
Oh, how lovely! The varying shades of purple with the white lace of this collar will just really pop,
he said, gleaming with pride.
Lovely? No, it was the most horrifying and hollow sight I’d ever beheld. My father could not stand to be there. He was home with the other relatives, but his recent words clung to me with a death grip:
We’ve been together for forty-seven years. I don’t know what I’m gonna do … every morning she’d say to me, ‘Sit down and let’s drink some coffee together.’ She said that to me for forty-seven years.
My father’s weeping was recorded in my memory and was on continuous play. His unsteadiness haunted me. I was already grieving about losing him too. He was ten years older than her, and I always prepared myself that I would lose my father at an early age. Now he was falling apart, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
I was also remembering. At the hospital and looking over my mother’s struggling body, Dad suppressed his tears, as I did, with false strength, until we finally just sobbed.
Grappling for words, meaning, and hope, he pleaded, Why, God? I should have been the one. You should have taken me first. God, I know she’ll be with you, and we can be together again. Good morning, hon. I love you. I wish I could take you home with me.
Together we were both angered and comforted by God. Too much shock would keep this funeral from being my biggest challenge.
Black. Black shoes, black pantyhose, black underwear, black shirt, black blazer, and a black robotic mood are what I recall. And the impish voice inside me whispering, Mom, this blazer and shirt only cost me three dollars at the thrift store we like to go to together; you’d be proud of me. My senses were both dulled and heightened. To my left, I had Dad’s pin-striped black suit, and to my right, my brother, John Jay, with his fuzzy sweater pinning me into a temporary comfort. Discarded tissues lined my stuffed pockets, so wet they were disintegrating. Grief causes swollen eyes, runny noses, and body aches, where every muscle is tense and sore; I had flu-like symptoms without any cure. Sorrow brings the lack of sleep, and a brokenhearted spirit breaks down the body. Poinsettias were scattered on the ground, suffocating the perimeter of her casket. All were choreographed in a zigzag dance, signifying the coming of the holidays.
How would each of us make it through the holidays? I knew where she’d been hiding our gifts. They were in my old bedroom—the mauve room.
They were way up in the closet, on the top shelf, or they were disguised in boxes tucked into the corner of that closet, which held all the secrets. One plastic Walmart bag filled with chocolate Santas was propped up near one of the gift boxes. I had caught a glimpse of everything on my recent visit. Mom and I had stretched out across the bed to watch television, and the closet door had been