It was my
privilege to lead a celebration of life for Ruth
Robinson when she died at 92. It
was a wonder that Ruth lived that long for she
had the worst health of anyone I have ever known. Ruth was written up in a Medical Journal because of her many complicated health problems. The family was told several times that
Ruth was not going to make it through the night. In spite of these challenges Ruth radiated joy. I have permission to share two poems that
Ruth wrote.
I Am Blessed
I am thinking today of the blessing I have,
And find that as they unfold
I feel overwhelmed by their numbers,
And their value more precious than gold.
Today
Looking outside my window I see
a new day and only I can tell you
what kind of day it will be.
It can be busy, happy, laughing and gay
It can be dull, unhappy and grey.
My mind is the determining key.
For I am the person I myself will be.
I can be kind and thoughtful
I can do what I can to help others.
Or I can think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it fun.
Or I can complain and be miserable and
make it hard on someone.
I can be patient and loving and kind
I can hold out my held and be helpful,
Willing to understand other’s problems
and be with them whenever I can.
I have faith in myself and God willing
I will make the best of every day I live.
