Another Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.  I have missed you every day of my life for the past three and a half years.  My life changed the day you left this world.  No, my grief no longer defines me, but my heart still aches when I remember you.  I know now just how truly blessed I was to have you for my mother.  You devoted your life to me, sacrificing so much along the way.  You loved me like no other could or will again.  I sure hope you knew how much you were loved.

Another friend lost her mother.  I went to the wake.  It is so sad.  It all reminds me of the pain that still lives in my own  heart.  Death is a horrible thing anyway you slice it.  But the death of a mother is something more.  The ties that were bound in the womb and stay bound throughout life are suddenly torn loose. 

There is nothing you can say.  I told my friend that it will hurt like hell for a while.  And then she will learn to live with the emptiness.  And that is it, that is all I've got, on a human level.  However, Christ is my all in all.  He has held me close, even in those moments when I felt He didn't exist.  He was still there, is still there,  before His Father in heaven, praying on my behalf.  He is there for her too, if she believes.  I pray she does.  Apart from Christ, there is no hope. No comfort. No peace.