I lost my mom today. She was 58 years old. She was too young and full of life to die and I am too young to lose her.
She is my hero. She loved unconditionally and with abandon. She was gentle and strong; she exuded kindness and love; if you knew her, you loved her. She had not a mean or devious bone in her entire body. She was my mother. If God had allowed me to hand pick the perfect mother, I would have chosen her. She was perfect…in every way that she needed to be. She loved God and she had a fearless, committed faith to her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. She saw people and this world with a childlike innocence and awe that amazed me. I am honored and blessed beyond measure to call her Mom. I don’t know how in the world I will live without her presence in this world. But I know that she has already made heaven a brighter place just by being there. That’s just how she was.
And now she sits at the feet of her Jesus…and she is whole and even more perfect and without pain. And I know that I will see her again.