- Death & Loss of Life
Missing My Mother
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Life though extreme begins so happily. Everyone is congratulating the parents, and smiling, and cooing at the newborn. It is such an amazingly beautiful thing. Then we go through life enjoying all of life's pleasures. Until it is time for one of God's creatures to leave the body and join Him in heaven. Then we are all sad and we cry and hate God for taking them away. When we should be happy for them.
They are no longer bound by the limits of the human form, this is true freedom. God was only loaning them to us in the first place. Do you get angry at someone who loaned you a sweater or jacket when they want it back. Most of us are grateful for the warmth it provided while we had use of it. We appreciated the other person for loaning it. God gave me a beautiful, wonderful mother she gave 83 years in her human form and now she can relax and return to the Father. Yes I will miss her gorgeous smile and twinkling blue eyes but I am glad she is FREE now. I feel her in the wind and watch her dance in the trees. I hear her sing in the birds and smile in the flowers. She is still with me, ALWAYS in my heart.
is not a past time, as I type, tears fill my eyes. For some reason the
human form can not fully understand the release of the spirit. I think
of her body now lying cold and still in the ground and I mourn for that
person I knew and loved so well. So, God I do not hate you but why does
it have to hurt so much? My emotions are raging inside me, from one
extreme to the other. Fortunately, there is no hatred, and I am at peace
with where I stood in her eyes before she passed. Of course I know that
no matter what I may have done or have not done she would have forgiven
me, because that is who she was.
Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Living Her Faith
She lived her faith, but she did not preach
it. She showed it through her way of living. The Prayer of St. Francis was always special to me because it inspired me to try to be such a person. Now I hear that it was special to many if not all of my siblings. Could it be because we saw it in her?
This woman was so wise and so beautiful that she touched everyone who ever met her. Her funeral may have been small but her blessings were many.
Leaving With Dignity
As I was driving home today I thought of all the people who probably would have paid their respects if they had known of her passing. Many of the people whose lives she touched don't even know her name but they remember her and how with just a smile she warmed their hearts. Those who helped take care of her as her body began to fail and her mind started to fade commented on how accepting she was of her role and I am sure that even without seeing her end days will think of her as someone who left this world with dignity. If only I could be a fraction of the woman she was!!!
Happy Birthday, Mom!
9.18.1925 -- 5.26.2009
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