by Beth Boswell Jacks
[December 3, 2010]
Last week was a sad but joyous time for our family as we said goodby to hubby G-Man's mother, Marjorie Jacks. Bubba, as we affectionately called her, would have been 100 years old in February. None of us in this family ever doubted she would be celebrating that 100th birthday, but it was not to be. Actually, the decision was hers. With a mind still sharp as a tack, Bubba decided she was tired and ready to go, and she did. She stopped eating and waited, meditating and praying, just as she'd spent so many hours doing over the course of 99-plus years. Bubba was not just a good woman, she was as close to Christ-like as anybody I've ever known.
I figure Bubba also knew that by departing this world around Thanksgiving, she'd be saving the children, grandchildren and friends extra traveling and inconvenience. She would have reasoned that way; because we always come together at Thanksgiving, nobody would have to miss school or work to attend her funeral. Always frugal, she would not have wanted money spent on gasoline for a second trip.
I'm guessing, too, she counted on the comfort of laughter that always accompanies a Jacks clan gathering. How she would have chuckled over grand-dog Forrest's diving through the screen on the barn porch (where we sequestered him Thanksgiving Day) and then totally shredding the screen doors on the house. That dog wanted turkey!
Yes, at Bubba's death laughter came with the tears, for there is great truth in this quote from Leonardo da Vinci: "As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death."
Bubba spent her long life wisely and well. Habitat for Humanity, League of Women Voters, the United Methodist Church and United Methodist Women, Council of Christians and Jews - all of these groups and more benefited from her time and generosity.
G-Man picked up Bub's mail when she became too weak to leave her bed. He marveled at her junk mail. While we get insurance ads and sweepstake circulars, Bubba received solicitations for the blind, for the destitute, for "Save the Planet" and "Heifer International." The stack of newsletters from charities was sky high. I doubt there was one she failed to support. A large map taped to her bedroom wall highlighted areas of the world most in need of help for the poor and hungry. [Pictured: Marjorie H. Jacks, Gerald H. Jacks, Miriam Jacks Kimbro]
As we said goodby at the cemetery, G-Man read a prayer he found in Bubba's study materials. I share it with readers because the words are important to remember during this holiday season (and every day):
Indeed, we accepted the sadness of Bubba's death, knowing she did it "her way" and left us exemplary guidelines for finding true joy and beauty in life. God bless her legacy!
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