A Legacy of Love

 

As I think back over the life that my mother, Beverlee Murial Crowson lived I am compelled to consider a legacy that both my mother and father have imparted to their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, inlaws and even a few outlaws.  There have been so many friends, acquaintences, and observers that have been touched by this legacy over the years that it would be considered a small multitude if one were to count.  From as far back as I can remember my mother and father have always welcomed  visitors into our home  whether they were staying just a few moments, a day, a week, a month or two, or several years. Guests who come to our door were always welcomed in and brought to the table, offered a cup of coffee or a meal and were made to feel as a part of the family.  I can remember parties, hayrides, potlucks on the farm after church, even just quiet get togethers with friends and neighbors.  Over the years our home was opened to many people from distant relatives to 36 different foster children.  There were difficult times, but there were oh so many many very good times too.  Through it all we kids were taught valuable lessons in respect, caring, selflessness, service, and most of all Love that we all carry with us every day and that constantly bear fruit in our own lives and relationships.

This is the lagacy that both my parents have passed down to us and one that I have always been very proud of and delighted to always emulate.  This Legacy of Love has brought richness to our lives, opened our understanding to many of lifes may questions and touched our hearts.   I am so honored to be the son of my parents for whom there is not words adequate enough to describe the Love I have for them both.  I know that all of us kids and grandkids feel the same.  Thank you.