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Herb is my wife's uncle. This wordle above represents his words at the graveside which I found extremely profound and appropriate. And with his permission I have also given his text below:
“Worry”
By Herb
Mothers are supposed to worry
We depend on their worry
We may belittle their concern
We say, “Mom!”
What happens when they are not here to worry
Who will worry in their place
There is nothing like a mother’s worry for us
They consider all of the details of our lives
Our past, present and future
Our grades, will we pass
Will we graduate
What then?
Will we get a job
Will we keep the job
How about a promotion
Mom! Stop worrying, we say
But do we mean it
It is their way of showing they care
The worry is genuine, from the heart.
A mother’s worry…
Mrs. Bivins worried about all of her kids
She had enough worry to cover the grandkids
Yes, she even worried about the great grandkids
It was not true worry like in fear
It was a loving kind of worry
This is what mothers do
This is what grandmothers do
This is what great grandmothers do
This is what mothers-in-law do
We will miss your loving worry for each of us, Mrs. B
Who will worry for us now
Who will care for the details of our lives like you did
What is that I hear
A small voice worrying
Yes, your love lives on
Your worry lives on in our hearts
In our memories