I don't know how to say goodbye but I honored you the best I could

So nice to see family... but so hard, because I knew these three days seeing my mom, would be her last. I begged God to take her, but he didn't.  Instead He gave me 3 fun days with her. Laughs and stories and hand holding and praying and kisses.


These moments were HARD... but I'm so thankful I had them.  NOTHING has been unsaid.


I washed her face, cleaned out her mouth, kissed her a million times. I shaved and got rid of any trace of a chin hair (hey, I promised!), prayed with her, laughed with her and sang to her.


I kissed her hands and her face. I rubbed her head and her hands and fed her the best I could.


I let her sleep and fought for conversations when she was awake


I called friends, and sisters and sang songs and danced and did anything I could to get a smile on her face.

I don't know what I'll write when she's actually gone. I don't know how to be on this earth without her but I promised I would find a way.


I brought Grandma's rosery beads and she listened while Aunt Trisha did some.  I tried to be a gift to everyone that loved her and to give them a special moment. I wanted that for them and for her.

I love you Mom, I pray the Lord comes quickly.

He WILL raise you up, on eagle's wings and you will be in His presence in perfect peace and I cannot wait to spend eternity with you. I love you with all that I am.

Lord, I beg You... bring her home!!! In the name of Jesus, Amen.

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