Leah Hohulin by Hannah Hohulin
Our dear Mom is at home in heaven with God waiting for us
New Year’s Day 1958 I spend a beautiful at home with Mom, that morning I said, Mom I’m sorry for everything I ever said or did to hurt you please forgive me, I love you, thanks for being a good mother.
She helped cook a good chicken dinner, in the afternoon Dort went away. Mom and I were alone was we were so many times, from a child Mom tried to make it up for me because I was lame, she would bake a pie cook what I like. Memory is a gift from God that death cannot destroy.
Mom asked to hear Mike’s sermon, and Zion Harp songs, oh she enjoyed hearing my recorder. Mom and I were always together, would sit and visit, I told Mom all my worries.
Jan. 2 I came home from work late, did not know it would be my last visit on earth with Mom, she came out of the kitchen to talk with me. I always washed her back and rubbed it, would tuck her to bed with the hot-water-bottle, kiss her good-night, Mom always said to me “thanks for everything” they were the last words that she said to me.
Jan. 3 I went in to kiss Mom Good-Bye before I left for work, she was asleep. At 4 o'clock Rose Heisman phoned me at work, it's your mother she had a stroke, go to St. Francis Hospital. Mom never said a word she did not know me, I sat with Mom for 17 hours held her hand when she died.
Quiet and peacefully she slept away on Jan.4, 1958 at 9:45 Saturday morning. “Come unto me you who are weary and I will give you rest in heaven there is a home not made with hands waiting for you dear Mom”.
Dad let us kids pick her casket and vault, everything Mom wore I gave her, soft wool stocking blue booties, warm white underwear and slip, new veil, navy blue dress, I covered Mom with the Afghan I crocheted, the one she always used. John said, Mom would be well pleased the way we laid her to rest in the Springdale Cemetery, her sons Ezra, Silas, John, sons-in-law Ed Sauder, Howard Musselman, Grandson Alf, carried Mom to her cool grave.
Mom had three beautiful dreams before she died, Jesue came to get her.
This was written by Hannah Hohulin, daughter of Timotheus (Tim) and Leah (Plattner) Hohulin.
Transcribed with minor grammar changes by Mark Hohulin May 9, 2024