I wish I spoke to Mom more. Please don't be freaked out. I don't mean that she's a ghost lurking around my house. Simply, I wish I would express my feelings to her more, like I would if she was listening. She was the best listener.
I believe my mom is in Heaven. No doubt about it. Today I was searching through a box of memories and ran across this note/poem:
Tears filled my eyes, as I read her hand-written note. It was like she just gave it to me after missing her for so long. What would it be like to be loved like that again? A mother's love is one uniquely beautiful gift.
I have no memory of when she wrote this for me, but it doesn't matter. This note makes me realize that though we are apart, she still has all that love for me she did when she was here. No matter how old I become, this poem will always be special. To my mom, I was all of those things and most of my life that was the most important thing. Now, that she is gone, I have had to make other things important, but the void will always exist. I will never be the same. Yes, I am healing/grieving, but I am changed, my life has changed.
I'll cherish all the love I had from my parents for as long as I did. Without it now, life is much different and for awhile, much harder.
2 comments:
What a treasure! That is the Lord working right there. Love you!
this makes me cry... it is so beautiful. love you, little lady!
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