Bye Mom, See you soon
My Momma and me
I'll see you again, one way or another.
I recently experienced the loss of my mother. In around 45 days, she went from a fiesty, independent woman, who walked miles a day, to being completely bedridden and unable to eat. It's a horrible disease called Alzheimer's. From my understanding, her brain was slowly disintegrating, but at the end, it rapidly declines, causing even bodily functions to lose their abilities. It was a horrible, sad thing to watch.
From a child's perspective, when my dad died, at age 11, it was very sudden and traumatic. I grieved with my whole person for years. Every night when I got ready for bed, and said my prayers, after I was done praying, I would gently ask, "God, can you please put my dad on the line?". I would then proceed to talk to my dad as if I had him on the telephone.
This situation with my mom was quite different in many different ways. Although 45 days isn't long, we knew what was coming at the end. With my dad's heart attack, there wasn't any notice. There is also the age difference. I am an adult now, with children of my own that I needed to put on a strong face for. My faith and my christianity is also much more certain and firm. And that fact, I think more than anything else, made all the difference.
Here's why. Most people, when they go to a funeral, have the question on their mind, "Where is my loved one?" Or, "Did they make it to heaven?" And also, "Will I make it to heaven?"
I had a discussion a few years ago with my mother that sealed the deal in my heart, where I didn't have to ask those questions. In my concern for her soul, I asked her where she was going, and how she knew she was going there. She gave me the answer that is the only one I needed. She told me that when she was young, she had trusted Christ as her Saviour, and asked Him into her heart, and to forgive her of her sins. She said she had no doubt at that point that he did keep his promise and come into her life. She also affirmed that there had been a change in her life. My dad and her became Sunday School teachers, and had started serving in their local church. (My father, she told me, had also asked Christ into his heart.) The explanation gave me a great deal of relief. The Bible says, 'by grace ye are saved, through faith, and that not of yourselves. It is the gift of God, not of works lest any man should boast'. Unlike a lot of people that I talk to about God, she didn't say she was going to heaven because of what she did, but rather, who she put her faith in.
So, on mom's deathbed, although I didn't want to leave her side, there came occasions where I had to leave to go eat, or to get a shower. And when I left, I didn't say, "Please don't die". I said, "I'll see you again one way or another. If God calls you home, I'll meet you in eternity. And if you stick around until I get back, I'll see you soon. I love you mom."
Having the freedom to say those words, and knowing that I have complete certainty in their truthfulness, gave me an advantage to thousands of others who lose a parent without that surety. I KNOW that I will see my mother again. And in that, I have great hope.