Eulogy by Richard (Dick) Zinno
Momma
My sister has said that we’re here to celebrate our mother before the sight of God.
For those of you who knew “Clara”, Clementina, I hope you will recognize her in these words. We all know her as a demure lady, but the child of courageous immigrants, conscientious but adventurous.
Momma had one true path which she traveled with grace, and a spirit of playfulness and innocence. Her faith in Jesus was unquestioning and sincere; she had a special adoration for St. Mary; and found meaning in Mary’s example.
Momma did not follow trends. She was secure in her own sense of style, and timeless values. I believe she was the same as a maiden, as she was as a Great Grandma. She took joy in a task well done for its own sake, whether it was tennis, typing, corporate ledgers, cooking, building a house, or serving tea to friends. Difficulty never seemed to faze her. It was all like a game…..with rules. Life was a series of small tasks that lead to a beautiful result.
Yet, as comfortable as Momma was in her own space that she created through a million little tasks, she was able to leave it all behind and start again. Not just once, but five times by my count, mostly to be close to us, her children.
Clara’s attitude toward tasks extended to people. She loved the people she knew. Reserved and spare with words, she spoke from the heart. If she judged, she judged kindly, empathetically. Her words soothed, encouraged and uplifted. And she played. She made a good life fun.
In all her moves she kept her bonds to people she held dear, even her childhood friend whom she visited in what would be both of their last year in life.
She passed as she lived: with grace, love and faith. As her great granddaughter remarked, she made all of us better.