My dear sweet mother passed away this past week at age 94 after a
long battle with cancer. It was a bitter sweet moment for me. Part of me
rejoiced because death freed her from a crippled aged body. Sadness also washed
over me, knowing she wouldn't be there to visit with each day.
Then the whirlwind began with family driving and flying in from
distant places. We had the burial to plan, a memorial program to put together,
meals to organize, beds to make, and on and on.
Now the family is gone, and I have some time to grieve. Can I find
joy in my grief?
Oh yes. Joy comes with the happy memories.
Joy in discussing each day's events with my mom.
Joy in rubbing her face with lotion each night.
Joy in spooning ice chips into her mouth.
Joy in watching her reminisce with elderly colleagues.
Joy in seeing her hold her great grandchildren.
Joy in reading her scriptures daily.
Joy in our good night kiss and our 'I love you's.'
I will have sad days and happy ones. But underneath it all is my
joy because of her love for me.
Find a place inside where
there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. Joseph Campbell
She's with my mom now, Christy. We were way past happy for her when she could go. She'd been ill for so many years. Mom's up there doing missionary work now. (Remind me to tell you about it.) Maybe they'll be companions!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and your family today.
This is a very nice honor to your mother. You've always had such a lovely relationship.
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