Its tough losing the ones we love, isn’t it?
I lost my mom back in 2008 and I continue to thank the Lord for her. I know that she is in an amazing place and I can’t even begin to imagine what her eyes are seeing right now….but yeah, “I miss my mom!” It’s not the same without her.
Here are some words I spoke of her during her funeral.
Where to begin…………
My mom, a loving wife, your grandmother, your aunt and your friend.
God’s love radiated from her as she touched so many lives in deep and incredible ways. She was our compass, our guiding light and the rudder that always kept us on course. God in His infinite wisdom placed her at the epicenter of our family as our strong foundation and our beating heart. She became the essence of God’s love and grace actively demonstrated and lived out in our daily lives.
I started weeping as I reflected back on all the wonderful times we shared with our mother. Such as the talks we shared about life or how she always encouraged us to enjoy the simple things in life.
I realized in a moment that there would be more experiences and memories that my mother would not be able to share with us. I weep for all those “moments” in life that she will not be a part of, for all those experiences that she will never know and for all those happy moments of experiencing life with all of us each and every day.
To continue to honor our mother it is our responsibility to keep special family moments and the memories alive so that the legacy that our mother left in us will continue to thrive in our children. Proverbs 31: 28, ” Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.”
Heather, remember when mom would go to choir practice with strict orders to be in bed by 8p? We would rotate who would post watch at the window at the front of the house to get maybe 15 minutes or more. What makes me laugh until this day is that we never connected the dots that our mom could always hear us running up the stairs as she pulled in. I am sure this always made her smile because through her grace we never got in trouble for this.
Dad, remember when I wanted to play football and mom wouldn’t let me? She made it clear that I was to play a less violent sport, so I chose lacrosse! Much to her chagrin, she had never heard of this sport and my dad made it clear that if I were to keep playing it would be best not to invite her to a game.
She was always there to cheer us on, to take us where we needed to go and always did her best to encourage us until the very end. My mom was a gift from above and I will always remember her and honor her until I see her again!
I leave you with this……
Dad, to you it’s a love letter from your wife with Heavens embrace and to all a reminder to “do not stand here and weep” for she is everywhere.
I am not here
I am everywhere . . .
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
I am not here, I am everywhere
I am the morning mist you see,
The dew on wildflowers growing free
I am the weeping willow’s grace
And the horses rhythmic pace
I am the snow for your sleigh ride
An angel always by your side
Any where that you can see,
There’ll be a little part of me.
– Nancy Cyr
Have you lost a loved one?
Do you miss them?
How do you remember them?
