My Mom passes away yesterday.
While I sit here thinking about Mom I realize that my grief is selfish at best. I am grieving over my loss when I should be focused on her.
What I am upset over is a temporary thing. . . we will meet again wherever we go next, Heaven, the Summer Lands, or Valhalla – whatever you want to call it.
She is now better. The pain of the last year and her battle will illness is over. She has shed the broken body that has let her down and has moved on. She is now with the loved ones who have gone before, her parents, her brothers, and my Dad. I am sure there were many happy faces waiting to see her again when she arrived.
Yes I will continue to cry for me but I know it is for me, she is probably rejoicing at being whole again and with those she loves watching over those of us still here and looking after us. I bet she is busy catching up with all those who went before.
This sharp pain will turn dull, and one day we will meet again.
I love you Mom . . . say HI to Dad for me.