There is not a single day that goes by that I don't think about my mom and all the memories I'm making that don't include her.
Days before she died, my mom asked me if my sisters would be okay. I encouragingly told her that we'll all be fine. Don't worry about us. I regretted those words. Weeks later I started to dream about her. In those dreams I would frantically tell her the real truth.
My mom is in heaven and I will see her again. I grieve, but with an eternal hope that only comes from Jesus. Praise God our goodbye was not final.
I love you mom. Happy birthday.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Posted by Debbie at 5:00 AM