My mother was a woman who took her jobs very seriously.
She served a long and productive career in government service, where those who had the privilege of working with her relied on her competence and regarded her with affection as well as respect.
Despite her success in the workplace, her beloved and chosen career was that of wife and mother.
She protected and nurtured her loved ones. She worked tirelessly to shape and maintain a home for us all. In addition to her tireless work as a homemaker she assumed the role of teacher and moral compass for my brother and me. Seldom did a day go by during our early childhood without a life lesson coming our way from Mom. She showed us how living things flourished. Some of my happiest childhood memories center on savoring the intoxicating fragrances and vibrant colors in the rose garden she so lovingly tended. She planted tomatoes with us and showed us the ins and outs of playing with a cat without getting scratched. She instilled in us a love of the arts. In our living room stood the piano she had saved for from her first job's salary, beckoning me to explore its cool ivory keys. She took painting classes and filled the house with the aroma of oils and turpentine. She played classical LPs on the console stereo during family dinners. She turned necessary errands into learning opportunities. I recall Mom taking Tim and me grocery shopping with her. She told us what she had planned for the week's meals, showed us how she drew up the shopping list based on the menu, then explained how she worked with our food budget while shopping for the ingredients. She was an expert seamstress, sewing many of my clothes through high school. She passed on her craft, teaching me to sew as well. A couple of years ago when she needed to go to a care facility, her main concern was getting her sewing machine located there so she could continue working.
She taught us the virtue of putting the needs of others above one's own. When her own elderly parents needed long term care she and Dad moved them into our home and Mom became their caregiver, at considerable cost to her own health. Her volunteer work visiting homebound elderly members of the church set an example that lives on in her children
She put great emphasis on the spiritual side of earthly existence and made sure we understood the importance of spiritual development. Her faith led others and shaped her personal interactions on a daily basis.
She was much loved and will be greatly missed.
Tim, sorry Sue and I could not be there.
Condolences, thoughts and prayers arewith the Cost family. May God, the hearer of prayer,comfort you during this time os sorrow. Psalms 65:2
God is near to those that are broken at heart and those crushed in spirit he saves. God will sustain you and help you to endure.
Tim and Linda,
I regret I could not be there today. Please accept our condolences. I recently lost my mother and know how difficult this time can be.
David & Pat Bosarge