My mama passed away on Sunday. It was slow and agonizing the past six months while we watched her decline. It was a blessing when she finally went home. But what a beauty she was- inside and out.
So many memories and moments come rushing in when you lose a parent. You hardly have room to sort them let alone take them in. Scenes moving swiftly from childhood and adulthood. The times she held my tears even though they grew twice the size in her heart.
She never let me forget that they were straight from God. She knew like no one else what they meant to my lonely heart.
At the wedding, my prince danced with her to Hey Jude after I danced with my father. And as you can see from the clip, she thought she’d gone to Heaven in his arms.
She also used her gift of listening to touch many lives.
The last 3 years we may have cared for you. But the eighty years before that, you cared for us.
And we are who we are because of it.