Stewardship

I was one of 14 nieces and nephews who recently received another cash gift from the estate of our aunt and uncle. While the heirs come from both sides of this childless union, seven of us especially know the love of our aunt, who at times was a mother to each of us. She was the mother who loved and didn’t judge, who while she treasured any time she spent with us—singly or otherwise—didn’t feel any ownership over us. She simply loved us.

The letter we received, asking us to agree to the terms of distribution from our aunt and uncle’s estate, reminded us to think about our stewardship of this gift from our aunt and uncle’s hard work, good fortune, and mindful ways concerning their good fortune. For my part, I was totally surprised when I was told a year ago that I was to be one of equal heirs of my aunt’s generosity. In the world of big money, which has a mighty broad definition, this gift is not huge. But I realized then, and I know even more clearly now, this gift will make a huge difference in my future, my life. “Thank you,” I say, “thank you for blessing me in this way”.

On July 13th, some of our Hollis kin gathered for lunch and then visited our Aunt Mary’s grave in Houston. I loved what cousin Donald had to say about this. “[We] bought silk flowers and went to talk to Aunt Mary. She didn’t have much to say, but we did. Took pictures and did a little praying with her. I know I really needed this and was happy to be joined by the others.” I missed out on this celebration of familial love, but I am reminded again today of what I trust to be true. Although Aunt Mary might have been quiet that day, she was present, and she was touched by the love offering of her nieces and nephews.

This matter of heirs and money is essentially settled. What will never end, though, is the recognition that we are only as much as our love. So again, I say “thank you” for the love and the generosity of my aunt and uncle. I smile at the prospect of the stewardship that is my choice and my privilege. Thank you for blessing me in so many ways. And so it is.

Stewardship—Santa Fe, New Mexico (July 21, 2010)
R. Harold Hollis