Harriette Fields—In Memoriam




Me and Mrs. Fields on Sunday, December 30, 2012.

Hi, Everyone!

As promised, today’s blog post is dedicated to the memory of my beloved church member, Mrs. Harriette Fields. Her homegoing celebration is going on as we speak, and since I cannot be there in person, I have decided to write my own personal tribute to her. I hope y’all like today’s blog.

On Monday, February 4, 2013, The Lord took one good look at Mrs. Harriette Fields’ file and reviewed her 89 years on this earth. After a very in-depth evaluation, He saw in His infinite wisdom to reward Mrs. Fields with the greatest promotion out of this world—literally. No doubt that when she woke up and saw that she was in paradise, she shouted all over Heaven.

Mrs. Fields was one of the dearest, sweetest ladies that anyone could meet. She was always positive and upbeat, even when her husband passed away in 2003. Her warm smile and gentle heart was a very uncanny resemblance to that of my Gramma Jewel’s. I once told Mrs. Fields that she may have been a carbon copy of my Gramma Jewel, except she was a few inches taller, had fewer strands of grey in her hair, and she only wore glasses for reading. However, that sweet, inviting personality could not be missed. With a big smile, Mrs. Fields said: “Well, Tasha, your Gramma Jewel could very well be my long lost twin sister.”

Though I was very young when I met Mrs. Fields, I can tell you that she was a very loyal and faithful member of the St. Matthew Baptist Church family. There were three things about her that remained constant: She loved The Lord, she loved her family, and she loved life. There was also a running joke in our church family that Mrs. Fields’ résumé was almost as long as the book of Psalms on account of she was very active in our church. I remember when Pastor Clark told her that, to which she responded: “Correction, my love—my résumé will only be as long as Psalms 119.”

My last memory of Mrs. Fields was on Sunday, December 30, 2012. She gave me a monetary gift and some good advice on living life. Since her departure, I appreciate her advice more than I do the monetary present. I still remember the last thing she said to me: “Keep up the good work and stick it out to the very, very end. I love you, Dearie.”

Mrs. Fields, thanks for being part of my life, if only for a short while. I wanted to reserve a seat for you at my upcoming graduation in three years, but it looks like The Lord has provided you with the best seat in the house. Until we meet again, say hello to my Grampa Clark when you see him. I love you!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha