It’s been five years now since mom went to be with God. I still miss her everyday, and I still talk to her on a regular basis. I visit the beach as often as I can, and when I am there I search for her favorite shell as a sign that she is with me. I know she is watching. I know she is smiling. And, I know, that she is whole and loving me and my family still because I see that love every time I hold me grandson, walk with my husband or share a laugh with my sons. I grateful God gave me time with her and grateful she knew how much she was loved.
“Honor your father and mother…” Exodus 20:12
The struggle had been painful and difficult for her and I know that she is now in Heaven where there is no more pain and she is no longer struggling to control her movements, she’s no longer falling, and she is at peace. I wish I could say the same for myself.
Remember the story about pursuing my passion; I did take that job as a teacher and it made all the difference in the world to my son. He finished school and his anger issues, while not completely gone, are controllable.
And, he has become the man I knew he could be. I did what I needed to do to take care of him and to be sure that he was okay. But in so doing…
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