I arrived home on Tuesday evening from Tennessee and my emotions immediately hit me head on.
I felt as if the last 3 weeks have been a dream of some sort...like everything would be back to normal soon.
This is not to be. Mom is gone forever from this earth and I am sad. Every day I think of something I need to tell her and desperately want to call her, but she will not answer her phone.
Although I am melancholy, I still have hope eternal. This hope comes from knowing the Creator, my Sustainer. He has given eternal life to all who come to Him by faith. Mom is experiencing joy and peace everlasting.
I am sad. So sad, I cannot express it at times. But I know deep down inside that I will see Mom again.
She isn't dead; she is alive. She didn't die forever; she just moved from one home to the next.
And I know I will be with her again.
One thing mom's death has done for me: I fear death less and hope for heaven more.
May these thoughts remain forever.