One Month

Yesterday marked one month without Mom.  Dur...that must be why my heart hurt so much.  So today, I decided to honor her in my own way.

I wrote this for her for mother's day a few years back.  I do not recall how many.  But based on the patheticness of my writing, I'm guessing at least three to five.

For my mother:

You encouraged me to do well, but never pressured me.
When I was wrong, you corrected me.
When I was down, you cheered me up.

You warned me about the world, but let me make my own mistakes.
When I was young, you protected me.
When I was older, you supported my independence.

You were the person I knew I could turn to, when anything went wrong.
When I needed a shoulder to cry on, you quietly listened.
When I needed advise, you spoke with truth and wisdom.

You were the person I couldn’t wait to tell when something good happened.
When I was happy, you rejoiced with me.
When I did something good, you praised me.

You were the one who was always there for me.
You are still that person!

I hope to be as good as a mother for Brittany as you are for me.
I love you lots and lots,


This is what a friend sent to me to console me.  It's perfect for Mom because she loved her gardens and passed that love onto me.  Nothing is better than a fresh tomato off the vine or to watch and smell as the flowers bloom.  I always gave her flowers/plants for Mother's day. 

God looked around His garden
And He found an empty place.
And then He looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.

He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered "Peace be thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.


And this was sent to me by my cousin.  He received it shortly after his Dad passed away.

Life is like a train ride and everyone you know is travelling with you. As the ride continues, the train stops and new people get on. When we're young, we think everyone will be with us for the whole trip. Unfortunately, the train stops further down the line and our closest travelling companions leave us. We must continue the journey but we are not alone.

I miss my Mom.  I miss having a (semi) normal Lil Sis.  I miss the world that was before Mom got sick.  But I do have hope and get comfort from that hope