A solid week of grieving
Clinging to ideal memories
Visualizing complete and perfect healing
Sharing words of comfort, wisdom, hopes, and fears
Laughing and crying til there are no more tears
A shiny pink casket
A brilliant sunny day highlighted in gold, red, and orange Autumn leaves
A song, a speech, a memory poured out between sobs. Exhortation to believe in Jesus and heaven and forgiveness.
Staring then cleaning. Phone calls and emails. Conversations filled with her voice as we reminisce and remember
Together and apart so much to do
Then Monday comes. The house is empty. The trash cans full to overflowing. The shredding and burning complete. The photos sorted and memories shared. The echoes of a life hard fought.
And our “new normal” begins with an empty spot where there are no more phone calls missed. No more voice mails that start out “Hey…”. No more doctors appointments, lunches, scenics.
She’s on her final journey to somewhere even more beautiful than her beloved Sedro-Woolley where she was born, where she raised five children, and where she died in what she thought was heaven on earth.
Now she sees clearly His face, their faces, and she sees the spectacular home He and they have prepared for her. A mansion. No tears. No pain. Just love and joy and peace. Pure love and pure joy and pure peace.
Off to work we go. Loving you and others. The Lord. My mom.