After my father died, his brother encouraged my mother to volunteer at a nursing home. Mom was in her mid-60s then. She did not drive and my Uncle Carl took her there every Friday for many years. This nursing home took care of her in her last illness. Her service was honored and she knew where she was.
Enola M. Borgh (1917 – 2004), my mother, also had a distinguished career as a professor and author in English literature and composition. She modeled for me that service is service. She spoke at conferences, and she folded towels. She also taught English as a second language at a church, after she retired. I still miss her, though the grief is more gentle now, and we shall meet again. Meanwhile I still hope to read her published work. I pray the Psalms and try to keep growing in new times, with lots of rest as well.
Ellen Grace Olinger
Poems From Psalms And Nature 