Mother’s Day 2012…a bittersweet day for me and my sister and brother. We lost our mother to this world on March 20, 2012 at 12:20am. We were all 3 with her…holding her, touching her, loving her, letting her go. I spent the last 6 hours or so of my Mom’s life by her bedside. She was not conscience. But I know she knew I was there. She heard my voice and the voices of my brother and sister. In all the hours we spent with her, she only moved one time…when I asked her to let me know she knew I was there by moving her eyes back and forth or fluttering her eyes. She did it. She did it one time and one time only. But it was enough for me.
I miss the sound of her voice. I miss knowing that I could call her any time of the day or night. I miss that even though I’m an adult, when I came to visit her, I was her baby. She still liked to tuck me into bed!
I miss my friend. I put my mother through some serious stress when I was a teenager. On the other side of those stressful years, we became the best of friends.
My Mom left and incredible legacy for those who knew her…she loved Jesus. After all, He changed her life. She wanted other people to know the kind of love, mercy, compassion, protection, and guidance she had found in her Heavenly Father. She touched lives. We knew this…but it became ever more profound after she passed away. We found out from an outpouring of emails and Facebook messages that she had been an encourager, mentor, friend, mother, and prayer warrior to people all over the world…some she had never met face to face. She smiled all the time. She loved fiercely. I want to be just like her. I am blessed beyond measure to be able to call her Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom…