Seven days equals the first week without my Mom. Our last weeks and days were precious gifts of time. Although the doctors said three to four months, God called her home in just four weeks. My first thought and words, "I'm not ready to live without my mom." and the wisdom from a friend, "No one is ever ready to live without their Mom." Do I think it would have been easier two or three months from now? No, yet I prayed for more time.
I always thought Mom would live to be in her eighties like my Gram and the other matriarchs of this family. Why did God call her home so soon? I don't know BUT I know she touched so many lives through her positive attitude, courage, strength, and perseverance. The words written and spoken during her last weeks on earth and in this week following her death are nothing less than inspirational and uplifting.
In a short sixty-six years, Mom witnessed to so many it's possible to survive and thrive after loss. In honor of my mom, one step and day at a time...I hope to be half the woman she was and live each day leaning on God for the strength, grace, hope, and love necessary to face whatever is next.
A friend asked, "How are you?"
Thankfully God is near to me, loves me, and will use this brokenness to help others. Trusting Him.
The LORD is near to the brokenhearted
Are you moving forward "step by step"?
Each day of our lives
On August 20th, 2015, I shared "Our Journey Takes a Turn", as I revealed my Mom's current cancer diagnosis and prognosis. In case you missed it, click here to read. The doctors gave recommendations for treatment, palliative care came in to listen and offer feedback, and Mom spent a few days processing the information to formulate her decision.
Once again, my mother's strength and determination shined forth as she chose quality of time with the ones she loves the most. When one's life window is short, it's up to the person facing the journey to choose the road, then God will come alongside and ease the travel. Between a wonderful team of doctors stretching from Syracuse to Oswego, wonderful nursing and hospital staff, and now our beautiful Hospice family...this journey of quality and memories is in full swing and we are enjoying every moment.
This past year as her health worsened and movement became more calculated, we thought it was her JRA progressing as is common when your digits get bigger on your birthday. It wasn't until June that Mom noticed something was "different". Once my school year finished, this journey began, even though we didn't know the "what" steering the ship. Mom just knew something was "different".
Mom's determination, positive attitude, and eternal outlook are a daily witness of God's love in the midst of a storm. Mom is sailing her beautiful ship of hope and life over the water until she reaches the next destination. A beautiful testament and mom, to say the least.
THANK YOU for the cards and words of encouragement. Mom looks forward to us bringing in the mail. Words of encouragement, hope, memories, and so much more bring her a smile, laughter, and sometimes a moist eye.
Thank you for remembering her in your prayers and taking time out of your busy schedules to send a note. She is walking to the kitchen table in the morning and able to sit up in the chair for short amounts of time during the day. God is good and we make a new memory each day.
What is your favorite way to give or receive encouragement?
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