Grief came to visit me in the form of the emotional and
physical loss of my dear mother, Barbara.
I had the honor to be with her as she entered into eternal sleep, just
as she was with me when I entered into natural life. The experience was such a sweet time of
celebratory peace. My faith instills in
me the hope of being reunited with my loved ones in heaven.
My mother was a unique individual – she was talented in her
sewing abilities – would see an article of clothing in a store and would go
home to put her skills to use to recreate it from memory. She never knew a stranger – could easily talk
with anyone, which made her an excellent salesperson for Avon and Beeline
Fashions. She had a strong faith and
loved doing things to honor God – teaching Sunday school, singing in the choir,
fixing an entrée for a church dinner, or gathering items for Shoe Box ministry.
I have fond memories of making fudge together and eating it
between saltine crackers, shopping together, going to the movies together,
getting our nails done together, pouring out my heart to her with my concerns
for events in my life, or being at my bedside when I was ill. She was not only my mother but my best
friend, strongest confidante, loudest cheerleader and faithful encourager.
The biggest legacy that my mother left for me to carry on
was her faith in God and the power of prayer. My faith has sustained me through
many triumphs and various valleys – but now to endure the biggest challenge of my life –
to carry on without the physical presence of her essence and love. I will look for her presence in the evening
sunset, the wind, the fragrant rain, the gentle snow, the blooming surprise lilies, the aromatic dogwood and the presence of a red
Cardinal for her spirit is now interwoven into God’s wondrous world.
Happy Mother’s Day
- I love you Angel Momma!
In the night of death, hope sees
a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing ~ Robert Ingersoll
