My Tribute to Aunt Mary

Aunt Mary was born in rural Louisiana in a little town called Marthaville in 1916. Her family, the Easons, had migrated to Louisiana from Georgia in the late 1800’s. They homesteaded the land, and made a living by farming.

In 1924, my mother was born. Before she was 10 Mama had lost both of her parents…she was an orphan. Aunt Mary’s family raised Mama as their own child. All of the brothers and sisters regarded my mother as another sister, even though she was actually their niece.

Aunt Mary & Uncle Boyd had one daughter Yvonne. When I was a young boy, Yvonne would drive  my brother & I around in her yellow Fairlane 500. So cool!

Aunt Mary was like my second mother. Her death hit hard…harder than I imagined. My cousin asked my brother & me to be pallbearers. An honor of course. The sadness will be different.

Time & time again over the years, I’ve gone to the First Baptist Church of Marthaville for a funeral. The little church sits right in the middle of the town. I’ve heard eulogies; I’ve heard the Gospel of Christ go forth. Will this funeral be any different? In a way, it was like all the others. But, it was different. I’m sitting in front of the casket prepared to carry Aunt Mary’s earthly remains to Marthaville Cemetery. A blanket of cold sadness falls over me.

The gloom quickly lifts… the soloist sings Aunt Mary’s favorite hymn, “He touched me”. Here are the Lyrics by Bill & Gloria Gaither:

Shackled by a heavy burden,

‘Neath a load of guilt and shame.

Then the hand of Jesus touched me,

And now I am no longer the same.

He touched me, Oh He touched me,

And oh the joy that floods my soul!

Something happened and now I know,

He touched me and made me whole.

Since I met this blessed Savior,

Since He cleansed and made me whole,

I will never cease to praise Him,

I’ll shout it while eternity rolls.

He touched me, Oh He touched me,

And oh the joy that floods my soul!

Something happened and now I know

He touched me and made me whole.

In his sermon, the pastor told of Aunt Mary’s love for Jesus saying “Aunt Mary loved Jesus and that’s why she loved people.”

What a blessed day. Thank you Jesus for bringing my sweet Aunt Mary home. Thank you Aunt Mary for loving my mom as a sister, and living your life as a testimony of your love for your savior


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