One year ago today our mother was alive and living alone quite well. One year ago tomorrow, Thursday, our dear friend Carol took her to the ATM and headed to the hairdresser for Mom’s every-other-week “do”. The day was as crisp and clear as an October day can be. She had just put her twenty dollar bill from the ATM neatly into her wallet and they were driving down the four-lane, as the locals call it. My mom took a little gasp, put her hand on her chest and told Carol, “Ooh, I feel so dopey.” Less than 48 hours later, our Mother was escorted into the Gates of Heaven by Jesus, her Ma & Pa, and Queen Esther (we know this because she had had a dream twelve hours earlier which she shared with Marni and Tracie.)
The end of an era began.
It’s been a hard year.
A year of memories.
A year of yellow roses.
A year of not knowing what to do on Saturdays.
A year of not knowing who to call on the drive home from work.
A year of no birthday cards from Mom, Grandma, Ga, Great Grandma, Great Great Grandma, Aunt Terry, Sister Terry, Friend Terry.
It’s been a year.
I will keep her in perfect peace whose mind is fixed on Me, because she trusts in Me. Isaiah 26.3
Casting all my cares upon Him, because He cares for Me. 1 Peter 5.7
(Mom’s favorite scriptures.)