Jamie Checkett Mclaughlin
Hope Tinn Clark's Eulogy - Part II
I am so grateful for my family. I am so thankful that I got to grow up with ALL my remarkable grandparents. What a gift! And now, you are all together – a band of special angels to watch over us. My heart bursts with love and pride when I imagine all of your familiar and loving faces peering down on us. How blessed we are.
I have your Bible here Grandma – the bible that Mom & Dad gave to you Christmas 1961. I have had the honor of holding on to it for the past few years. This precious Bible of yours became the diary of your life. When I look through these golden-tip pages there are so many things hidden inside them. So many memories you wanted to press closely into this precious book. Some happy, some sad, all a part of the life that made you the resilient, unique, strong, and special woman you were. I can gaze through this book and know what was important to you, and it was and always has been your FAMILY.
This is Isaiah 46: 3-4
“Listen to Me, My precious child, you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth. Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”
Life was so good, but it also broke your heart more than a few times. I don’t know why life has to be so hard sometimes; I don’t know why parents have to lose their children. I don’t know why the burden of sorrow has to weigh so heavily at times, but I DO know we have an awesome God. HE showed us how to find comfort in each other. HE showed us how to help each other put one foot in front of the other in those times of unbearable sadness and loss. HE showed us how to take those tentative steps into the future time and time again. And HE has rescued you now in the most glorious way of all. He has called you home.
The following is a poem that Grandma has been reciting her whole life… since a young girl in grade school. In honor of her and all the joy she brought to us in hearing her say these words I will recite
Trees , by Joyce Kilmer
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
… and only God could make someone as precious and remarkable as our beloved Hope. A woman who also intimately lived with the rain of life but chose to raise her eyes and her strong arms to the sun and march bravely on. ?Grandma was our strong oak. At times bowed by the winds, but never broken. Always growing stronger -- always growing heavenward where your gaze often looked with hope to a promise of eternal peace with those you missed so dearly.
Grandma, we will never stop loving and honoring you. We are eternally grateful for all of your sacrifices, for all you gave to us, and for how much you loved us. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Rest in sweet peace until we meet again. You will live in our hearts forevermore.



