
A year ago, my brother Kevin and I had to make the heart wrenching decision to place my mother into hospice care and essentially into God's hands. We knew that the end was near and that she would not be with us much longer. We also knew that we were carrying out her wishes. It was Good Friday and we were able to witness the priest administering Mom her last rites. You can read more about it in this post that I wrote back in May.
It stills feels like yesterday. It stills hurts. It still makes me wish I could talk to her one more time. I probably won't be posting much as I approach the 1st anniversary of her death, (March 28th). I should be rejoicing for her. She is out of pain. She is with our Lord. But me, being the selfish daughter that I am, I just want my mom.
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HUGS...the first few anniversaries are so darn hard. Heck...it's been eight years for me already and I still get overwhelmed at times with how much I miss my mom. I think it is especially poignant when you have little ones and wish beyond anything that she'd be there to witness such and such, or in my case to even meet them.
Essy, I know what you mean. Mom was able to be a part of the first five of my children's lives, but my baby did not know her. It will be up to us to share her with him. Funny thing, I see her everyday when I look at him.
hi K, it is Roxanne
I lost my dad almost 3 years ago. It still hurts but does get better. Sometimes I think the little things are the memories that last the longest-the songs he liked, the smells -cologne ,diesel (he was a bus driver)...I think how important those things are and realized that as dear as those things are to me they are ten million times more dear to God! Isnt' that cool. that the little things I love about people that God holds those little things in His heart also.
Thanks for stopping by, Roxanne. What a beautiful thought. One I had never thought of. I loved Garret's form! Couldn't figure out how to post a comment on your blog though.
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