She thought she had a tummy flu. She laid down to take a nap and woke up to see Jesus — but not us.
I still go to grab the phone and call her and tell her something funny or ask a question and just as my hand reaches out, I remember.
And I'm mad. She's not here. She's with Jesus and I'm not. I miss her.
4 comments:
Is that your mom Terri? How blessed we are to have them for even a little while.
(((((Terri)))))
It is my mom. (I look like my dad.) She was only 56 and she was our church pianist. I can't believe that it's still so hard after all these years.
(((Terri)))
I know it's hard - my mom died 27 years ago. The years do help, I promise!
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