A Tribute

Three years ago today my mom passed away. I miss her. We had our differences but we loved each other and that love was stronger than any disagreement we might have had. Less than 45 minutes before she suffered the cerebral hemmoridge that would claim her life, we were chatting on the phone, everything fine, and making plans for an evening event. I told her I loved her and she did the same as we hung up for the last time. A little over 24 hours later she took her last breath. I was there with her. While we probably could have put her on life support and waited to see if she would recover, the doctor told me that her brain bleed was so deep and massive that survival was not probable. She had many times told me she didn't want to live. She wasn't able to live alone because she was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's, and she didn't like the assisted living facility she had been living in for the last six months. The evening before the stroke she told me once again that she wanted to die, she didn't want to live any more. God knew it was time and granted her desire. While it was very hard on me, I knew that she was where she wanted to be--at home with the Lord. I am so grateful that He waited until December 4 to take her. I was recovering from major surgery and the week before her death was the week the doctor released me to drive. I got to spend part of every day with her. How precious those memories are for me. Thank God for that gift. That God allowed the two of us to have that time together shows what an awesome God He is.

I miss my mom and would give anything to hear her say she loved me one more time. But I know that I will see her again and spend eternity with her in heaven. Praise God for His love and it was through His promise of providing comfort, strength, support and help through our hard times that I was able to go through this sad time.

I love you, Mom.