I grieve for my mother, but not just the loss of her life.
I grieve the loss of her faculties and strength these many years, when personality and passion grew distorted–swallowed up.
I grieve the loss of time and communication these many months, when distance and disability were roadblocks to even mumbled hellos.
I grieve again for my father, gone now 7 years, but still so present in my heart.
And I grieve for myself and the broken world we share.
I hope for reunion, redemption’s prize,
and I hope for favor in our Savior’s eyes,
and if it were not for hope in eternal things,
the grief for the temporal would be lasting sting, overwhelming already heavy hearts.
Your picture suits the mood of your words, well chosen indeed.
And I grieve for you too.
My mom passed on the 7th of February. I sympathize with your words Lily. We were blessed to have such wonderful mothers. 😘
Yes, we were. And it doesn’t matter if they lived a full life; it doesn’t matter if we know they are in heaven and done with sickness; it still just hurts! Blessings on you as you grieve.