A TRIBUTE TO THE LIFE OF
BELINDA WILDING CRAFT
August 23, 1963 to December 31, 2012
She was so vibrant, so vital, so
alive, so beautiful, so inspiring, so charming--and in a random moment of
ordinary, scheduled corrective surgery--she was so gone. The fragility of life was proclaimed in such
stark terms. Unlike a bad dream from
which we can awaken and dispel the image, we cannot command this reality to go
away. A pulmonary embolus, with deadly
intent and pinpoint design, had snuffed out the remarkable life of one too
young.
Belinda Wilding Craft radiated light
and enthusiasm wherever she went. She
was always the one who seemed to make the remarkable difference in every
situation. She was an amazing mother, a
noble wife, an adorable daughter and sister, a caring friend and an
accomplished teacher and homemaker. How
can we possibly condense the amazing, comprehensive nature of one so talented,
so giving, so alive with wonder into a few inadequate words? Hers was a full life, well lived, graciously
shared. Can we ever possibly comprehend
the depth and breadth of her influence?
Our regrets only mount as we think of the missed moments, the intended
visits, the unspoken words. But her
radiant goodness sustains us in our moment of grief.
My dearest encounter with Belinda
occurred on the other side of the world.
While we were serving as a service couple at the Jerusalem Center for
Near Eastern Studies, Belinda, Stan and their daughter Angela came to the Holy
Land to celebrate Angela's high school graduation. Their tour group had scheduled two Shabbats
at the Center so we had the wonderful good fortune of spending some valuable
time with them. Their family was so
amazingly talented that they were "recruited" to present a major part
of the second week's sacrament meeting program--talks by Stan and Belinda and a
vocal solo by Angela. Word was received
during the service that a parent of the tour director had passed away. Belinda's comfort and concern were immediate
as she encircled the director and his wife with her love. The decision was made that he would complete
the tour. Belinda and Stan were stalwart
in their support of the group--impressive and all-encompassing. Her expressions of love and caring were so
genuine. She seemed to gather others to
her and to reach out to everyone. She
was always smiling, always positive, always a delight to be around.
Belinda brought light and energy to
every situation--it was her nature. She
was sincere and real in everything that she did. She put others first and made those around
her feel so loved and so included. She
will be so missed.
Janet Chapman Cox
January 3, 2013
As I contemplated Belinda Craft's
life, a William Wordsworth poem that I have known since my college days seemed
to so appropriately describe her that I thought that I would include it.
She
Was a Phantom of Delight
William
Wordsworth (1770-1850)
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears,
and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful Breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and
skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
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