There are a variety of circumstances that make it difficult to write. Other times, the most difficult circumstances inspire a writer to process life’s twists and turns by writing. My best friend passed away this week and my world is literally, spinning. The only thing I have written this week is the obituary and part of the eulogy. Thankfully, my daughter and my “daughter-ish” friend have both written tributes to my dear friend, Eileen. Today, I am posting the one written by my daughter, Jenna…
“As a girl I was always so excited for a night that began with the attire of white collared shirt, a black skirt, and the garnish of a blue rosette. That was a night I would do my best to make my music teacher proud! All our hard work was to be shown that night, and the power of testimony we spoke because of her vision was incredible! Mrs. Baerg introduced me to music and more importantly, worship, the thing that years later would get me through my darkest days.
I have yet to meet anyone who has more joy and enthusiasm for life! I always admired your sense of adventure and genuine appreciation for life. Everything was elevated; the thrills were more thrilling and the laughter… well, there was just more of it! And the best part, you still knew how to tell it like it was. When I picture you now, I can only see it one way, with a smile on your face basking in the glorious rays of light GLOWING brighter than was ever fathomable on our Earth. You were ALWAYS a supporter of ALL people. Anyone you came in contact with, you would lift them up!
The most prominent memory I have of you is “Come!”
“Oh, COME, Jenna COME!” You would motion your hand and raise your eyebrows with excitement. Inviting me to come with you, taking my hand – from the time I was a little girl to the present, a young woman of 24.
The taking of the hand, that’s so important, so Christ-like.
Not only are you willing to help people get where they need to go, you literally will lead them by the hand. They can be blind, broken, limping or lost, but you see it as no hindrance. Your enthusiasm promises light to their destination, walking with them, step by step.
I can only imagine the day we reunite…
“COME!” and behold the beauty of Heaven!
“COME!” and smell the flowers!
“COME!” and run with me through the greenest grass!
“COME!” and slide down the streets of gold!
“COME!” and sing with me!
“COME!” and dance with me!
“COME!” and sit at the throne of God!
“COME!” and praise Him all the days of our eternity!
AND THERE WILL BE NO DARKNESS, ONLY LIGHT!
And I know I will get to see the greatest parts of Heaven FIRST because you have found them already.
So, to you, Mrs. Baerg, to say RIP would not be in the least bit fitting, so I will say RIL, for I know that you are Rejoicing in the Light!”
I love you more than you could ever know… Jenna