“Therefore, stay awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour.” – Matthew 25:13
My mother recently became very ill. She lived alone 1600 miles away from me. When my brother visited her and discovered her in a confused state, he called an ambulance. She was admitted to the hospital.
Eventually she returned home with Hospice care. I didn’t make it to her in time. I thought she would have a few more days, but I was too late.
There is no way to describe the pain and the grief. The regret that I wasn’t there. The pain at losing my mother who was also one of my best friends.
I cry and I pray.
And I sit in my chair with a box of tissues and my mother’s favorite stuffed animal – Winnie the Pooh. I feel like a little girl, crying, wanting her mommy to come home.
It is so true. We do not know the day or the hour.
I have a granddaughter who will be 2 years old in a few months. My mother never had a chance to meet her but I sent her tons of pictures and videos. When my granddaughter comes to visit, I go to my bedroom and bring out Winnie the Pooh for her to hug and play with. I have been doing that since she was born and she doesn’t seem interested in any other stuffed animal. Pooh Bear is it.
My mother would approve.
Colleen, I’m so sorry for the loss of your mom. I know first hand how devastating losing your mother can be. I was 18 and she was only 39! That was so many years ago and I still miss her.
They are in God’s hands!
Blessings,
Pat
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Thank you Pat. I appreciate your kind words. It really is devastating. And your mother was so young! God bless you.
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