It’s been ten years since I’ve heard your voice. Ten years since your grandsons listened to you sing that silly “Bushel and a Peck” song. Ten years of wanting to pick up the phone when the boys hit a milestone, or when parenting got so tough that I just needed to get advice from you. Ten years of trying to remember how to make your signature dishes. When Dad was here a few weeks ago, I searched high and low for your baked apple recipe and couldn’t find it. As hard as I tried, my baked apples did not turn out like yours.
It’s been ten years of “what if’s?”. What if the doctors did this procedure? What if you insisted on doing this or that? Would you still be here today? Would you be medically healed?
I don’t know those answers, but what I do know is that you are healed. Your knees and back no longer pain you. Most importantly, you are with Jesus.
Every birthday and Christmas that we couldn’t celebrate with you here on earth, you were celebrating in Heaven. What a celebration that must be!
While the mind-numbing grief that overtook me the days after your passing has subsided, some form of grief will always be with me. There is not a day that passes by that I don’t think of you.
I love you, and I miss you so very much!
Your loving daughter,
The pain of losing my mom on January 25, 2009, was devasting. Every part of my body hurt, and my crying was unstoppable. I knew that I had to rely on my faith to get me through those dark days for two simple reasons; my boys, who were only 5 & 6 years old.
I am incredibly thankful for my husband, Craig, who was with me every step of the way and took care of the boys and all the household chores when I couldn’t find the strength to do so.
In my time of grief, I clung to Psalm 34:18.
Whatever grief that you are going through, please remember that Jesus is with you every step of the way. Cling to Him with all the strength that you have. And yes, although you may feel like you do not have this strength, you do!