Madison, Zoe and Jonathan,
I did not know your mom personally, and we never spoke. However, she touched my life through her blogs. Helena inspired so many people without even knowing it, myself included. She was an amazing woman and an even more amazing mom. I read her blogs on several occasions.
She touched me - her words touched me. I was amazed at her strength and her unwavering love she had for you. She spoke so highly of each of you, and it was so important that she gave you the very best she could. You were given two amazing parents and two amazing parents were taken from you too soon.
My heart aches for each of you now, but I know that in the short time your parents were with you, they gave you their strength, passion and most importantly, their love, so that you could carry on without them and live the lives you were given.
Always remember that your parents loved you so much and that they wanted the absolute best for each of you. You were placed in my heart after reading your mom's first blog, and you will be in my heart eternally.
I pray that you will prosper in the life God has given you and that you will always remember that your parents loved you more than anything else in this world.
God bless each of you.
We love you!
Jamie Clawson and family
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Memories of Helena
Our friend, Helena Kemp, passed away Thursday, February 21, 2008. She truly was a Thrice Blessed Momma. Helena is peacefully at rest with her husband Andrew, who went to Heaven 2 years ago. She was the Mother of Madison, Zoe and Jonathan, her five year old triplets, and they truly were her greatest treasures.
If anyone would like to contribute a post about Helena or to Madison, Zoe and Jonathan, please email either of us, and we would be honored to add it for you.
Thank you for "kind words" to these beautiful children.
~ Gina and Tanya ~
If anyone would like to contribute a post about Helena or to Madison, Zoe and Jonathan, please email either of us, and we would be honored to add it for you.
Thank you for "kind words" to these beautiful children.
~ Gina and Tanya ~
Thrice Blessed Momma - Helena's Blog
Helena's blog ~ Thrice Blessed Momma ~ can be read at this link. Comments left on Helena's blog will not post due to the fact that they would need to be approved first, and the email account is no longer valid.
Please leave any new comments, prayers or thoughts to honor Helena, or her children, on this memorial blog. Thank you.
Please leave any new comments, prayers or thoughts to honor Helena, or her children, on this memorial blog. Thank you.
In honor of her life. . . .
Mother
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. "And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God." And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. "And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God." And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!