This will most likely be the last blog entry concerning my mother for a while. Not that one can speak of their mother too often, but just to lighten up for a while.
Tomorrow, May 1st, 2012, I will be a part of a memorial service celebrating the life of my mom. There will be no sad news as it will be a reflection of her life, overcoming obstacles through the power of God and the strength of the human spirit.
Since she passed from this life this past Friday, I have been cleaning out her apartment where she lived and have found many interesting things I would not have otherwise known.
One in particular was a journal entry from April 30th, 2002, ten years ago today, she then being seventy four years old.
It read as follows; “My mind is just about at the last go round. When you reach 74 years of age and you have nothing but trouble and heartaches.
I tried to be a good mother, a good friend, and a good christian but it looks like I have failed at all three.
It seems that I am no use to anyone. No one really cares for just me for who I am. I am sick and I am lonely. And I don’t have anyone to talk to but God. I know He listens and He cares.
How long has it been since someone put there arms around me and they told me they loved me and they cared? I can see how so many older people feel unloved because they get put on a shelf.
When I die and go to heaven I hope they put me on the welcoming committee for greeting people and telling them they are loved.”
My mom wrote that ten years ago on this day. Fascinating to think that one day after the tenth year of this writing we would be celebrating her life as we say good-bye to our earthly tie with her.
What makes this even more interesting is that today, ten years later, two separate people would stop me in her senior citizen apartment complex and said, “Your mom made me feel welcome in this neighborhood, like I was supposed to be here.”
I have heard those type stories a lot over the past couple of months and I imagine I wil continue to hear them. Or at least I hope I will.
I have no sad news, I have no bad outcome to speak of. I can only speak of hope and encouragent, faith in God and the belief that man can accomplish great things for good, if he so chooses to do so.
I was raised to believe in and speak of the good news of the Gospel.
I guess I just don’t know no other way.