Today is a dreary day. In more than just the the weather. Today, 9 years ago my mother was called to heaven. I'm happy she has that eternal home, but my flesh misses her so much. I couldn't go with her, but held her hand until her race here was complete. I awoke early today thinking of that day as she faded from us. She taught us well, but the choices we've made were our responsibility. With Mother's Day approaching I think of it more as I did at her home going. I knew in my heart she couldn't stay, God has his own timing and He does let us know and prepares us for acceptance. Sometimes we often miss that peace because of our human bodies and our thinking. God in his mercy relieved her suffering and her longing to go home. I think of my siblings and son now with her. She is no longer in pain and those she held so dear are with her. When God has created Heaven for His own and takes them from us, I want to give thanks, knowing they are in His care.
If your mother is still living, treasure her as a precious jewel. God gave her a great responsibility and job when you were born. If she now dwells in heaven, be thankful for all the guidance and direction she gave.
One thing I would say to my family at my life's end "Celebrate Me Home".
grandma
