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It is my pleasure to meet you online and hope that what you find here will encourage and strengthen you in this experience we call “life.”
I want to look at the word – Tribute.
One definition of the word (according to the Oxford Dictionary) is something said, done, or given to show respect or admiration.
If you have read Masterpieces of The Master you would have read my tribute to my mother (below) who died at the age of 26 years old. She was the mother I never had the privilege of growing up with; a mother whose personality I possess (so I have been told by some who knew her).
After telling a friend that I had dedicated the first chapter of Masterpieces of The Master to her memory, she suggested I wrote a tribute. I resisted at first because at the time of her death, I was nearly 4 years old and only two memories of her remained with me. One, where I wanted to do something naughty but her eyes looked as though they were following my every move (needless to say I declined from carrying out my plan); the second was of her lying on her sick bed.
As I sat down and picked up the pen to write, tears began to flow and after a short while they became unstoppable. I sobbed my heart out for a long time as I looked over my life and saw all the years of my constantly seeking someone to fill her place. Eventually, I picked up the pen and as I began to write, words just flowed from my inner being. I thank God for the privilege of being inspired to write such beautiful words about a mother I had never truly known but could still celebrate.
Is there someone in your life that you respect and admire?
I would encourage you to celebrate them while they are still alive. Let them know how much they mean to you now rather than wait until it’s too late.
I would love to know what happened when you did.
To the memory of my mother, the late May-Elaine Eudora Stewart (nee Singh), a Masterpiece God unveiled at the tender age of twenty six.
Mother, in this unveiling you left behind three strands of the finest silk thread – two girls and one boy – your tapestry in this wonderful and complex experience that is called ‘life’. On the outside, we reveal a beautiful picture of you: your eldest daughter displaying your creativity; your only son, your beauty; and I, your second daughter, your personality. But take a peek on the reverse side and you will see the pain and heartache of losing you when we were so young, of missing you, of having no-one to turn to, except each other, when life got rough.
I have mourned your loss all my life and sought for many to bridge the gap, only realizing after some fifty years and more that there is none who can ever fill such a high and lofty place in my life.
So, mother, I dedicate the first chapter of this my first book to your memory – the first Masterpiece in the lives of three strands of the finest silk thread. I know that Jesus is The Resurrection and The Life and one day we shall hopefully meet with you again.
“A mother holds her children’s hands for a moment, but their hearts forever!” (Unknown)