My mom went home to be with the Lord on February 14th, 2009 two days before her birthday. I can’t believe it has been that long. When she died, she left me matriarch of the family as the oldest child of 6. That position within the family continues to seem strange to me. Not that it has much significance really, but just knowing it is enough.
I have been especially missing my mom of late, needing her matriarchal wisdom. More than a few times I so longed to pick up the phone to talk with her. There are things I could cry on Mom’s shoulder about that if shared with someone else might be gossip. I need to talk with her about hurts and hardships that to someone else would be complaining. Oh Mom, I miss you. Who else is like you to lean on?
Something about talking with Mom is (was) a natural pain reliever. She could lovingly listen, sympathetically understand, and wisely guide me to peace and forgiveness. Now, I sip coffee with her in the mornings in the cup that reminds me of her. It had been a gift to her, a special cup, with a reminder round the rim, “Praying for you always.” And I have a feeling she still is, right there before the throne of God.
Lord, thank you for giving me a mom who loved and cared for me, who was a living example of what it means to love and live for You. Thank you for the memories I am able to cherish. I pray I can be that kind of mom to my children as they continue along their life journey as well. Grow me into the praying woman my mom was, grow me into all You want me to be, as Mom, the family matriarch, child of God. Thank You that I can always lean on You.
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You and I had the same thought for the letter M.
ReplyDeleteMine passed away in 1998 yet I still miss her.
Yours was a lovely post to read.
Yvonne.
Ah yes Yvonne. Our moms remain in our hearts to be forever missed no matter when they leave us. I appreciate you. God bless, Maria
DeleteIt struck me as i looked at the picture of you
ReplyDeleteand your mom that even though she's
gone the bond is never ever broken.
love never dies..
So true Jen. Thanks. God bless, Maria
DeleteWhat very precious words about your mother. She sounds like a very lovely lady!
ReplyDeleteYes she was Leese. Thank you. You remain in my prayers. God bless, Maria
DeleteYour post was beautiful! It brought me to tears. I lost my father just a few months ago and I miss him all the time. I especially love how you sit and have coffee with your mom in the morning, it's such a great feeling to feel they're still there with you.
ReplyDeleteHave fun with a-z. :)
Thanks for stopping by Jessica. I am sorry for your recent loss. I know the wound is still fresh for you and this first year can be a roller coaster of emotion. My dad died young and it has been 25 years now since he left us. Yet there are times when I still cry when I think of him, like now. May God strengthen you for the journey ahead. Maria
DeleteMy dad passed away 3 years ago in June at the young age of 61. Even now I still find myself missing him. I'm sure it will be that way forever as he will always be a part of me. His ashes were spread in the ocean so I say hi to him every time I go. Lovely post.
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That is a beautiful way to remember him, Elliot. Thanks for sharing that special relationship. God bless, Maria
DeleteNo one can take the place of a mom! Thank you for this beautiful post. I think of Valentine's Day as a very special day filled with love. May your Valentine's Days each year be not only filled with romantic love but also familial love as you think of your mom. (I can't help but think that the Lord has a special comfort for you by taking her home to heaven on Valentine's Day--a day we celebrate love.)
ReplyDeleteAmen, Heidi, We often discuss the appropriateness of having her called home on the day we celebrate love. Thanks for your love, my friend, as well. God bless, Maria
DeleteWonderful tribute to your mother. It sounds like she was a remarkable person.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. Yes she was very special and left an indelible mark. God bless, Maria
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