My friend Kathy at Tapestry316 wrote a blog post that I wanted to share. It's about some pro-life stories, but not what most people would think. It's a unique perspective about the value of a person's life, no matter how short or painful that life may be. She included my mom Betty in her post, and linked back to this blog to see our journey through the end of my mom's life. That was so touching, that she looked at our story and thought about how life is precious.
I still miss mom every day, every moment really. There is never a time that my heart doesn't feel shattered. It's been less than three months since she passed. Time does not heal all wounds, but it does lessen the pain of them. I know as time goes on my shattered heart will slowly feel a little better, hard to imagine as that is. There will always be broken pieces, where I miss my mom. She was and is a special person, who was my kindred soul. We were two peas in a pod, connected in a way that I can't even describe. My mom was only 62, and I am only 34, and it feels just way too soon. I'm happy to say that while I miss her, she is healed, in heaven. Whole, healthy and happy again - rejoicing with Jesus. I will see her again, and can't wait for the day.