Today Martha and I are traveling to our hometown of Brantley, Alabama, to attend the graveside service Friday for Martha’s sister, Betty Jean Oros.
Betty, only the family knew her as Jean, passed away Sunday morning at 6:23 AM.
We brought Jean from Brantley four years ago because we felt she needed more care than she was getting. Although it probably should have been a difficult decision, it wasn’t at all. Martha and I independently of each other and without even discussing it came to the conclusion that God wanted us to move her close to us. When Martha’s mother passed away, the only person Jean had nearby who could take care of her was gone.
We had a blessed four years. It certainly had difficulty, but it was blessed nonetheless. One of the first things we did was give her a surprise 80th birthday party two weeks after moving to Louisiana.
She was intrigued by Louisiana and quickly became a Saints fan. She asked all kinds of questions and, like everyone else, loved the food. We knew how sick she was when she couldn’t eat her favorite dish that Martha brought her from Crabby’s on the Saturday before Mother’s Day. From that day forward, she was in a downward spiral.
Jean’s illness made everything difficult, but God used it all.
Paul talked about how our afflictions produce perseverance and how perseverance produces proven character and our proven character produces hope. Paul said that hope does not disappont.
Our hope certainly hasn’t disappointed us. Though we mourn Jean’s passing, we rejoice that she not only has a new body but also a new mind. What a day it must have been for Jean to wake up in the arms of Jesus and not feel paranoia and fear.
I remember well when Martha and I had to convince her to get help. She had been abandoned by her husband. She was left alone to care for a three year old and an unborn baby.
I admired her so much. Though plagued by her illness, she still worked to raise her boys by herself.
On Friday, we will celebrate her life but more than that we will celebrate her eternity in the land of “No More.” No more pain, no more paranoia, and no more fear.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!