May 10, 2009
Happy (and sad) Mother’s Day
Molly has written a hard and wonderful post on balancing the joy and pain that she and many other women feel today.
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May 10, 2009
Molly has written a hard and wonderful post on balancing the joy and pain that she and many other women feel today.
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My mother left ten years ago.
I am alienated from Jesus, and find only misery there.
There is the rest of life.
I’ve never lost a child. But my parents lost their only son and then just 5 years later, 3 years ago, my mom went “home” quite suddenly. The world is just a different place without your mom in it…I’m not a big fan of Mother’s Day…but if you still have your mom on this side of eternity do love on her today~
Robin
All Things Heart and Home
Yes, it’s hard (an understatement) to not have our mothers any longer, but that’s the cycle of life…..and when we lost a son when he was only 20, we were comforted more by the “presence” of friends than the words they came up with…some present without words meant a lot. But Chamblee, I am reminded God is sovereign, and His Son said “come unto me, you who are weary and heavy laden., and I will give you rest.”
My mom is celebrating her first Mother’s Day in heaven. She died on her birthday last year, May 21, 2008, after four score and seven years of life precisely.
In the fall before she died, I took her to the cemetary. We saw dad (gone 25 years this Father’s day) and then went to my twin sisters, Diana and Donna in the children’s section. Both were sick at age 6 and dead after 5 and 6 years of suffering respectively.
My mom was in a wheelchair, and I walked away to view the grave of a friend. When I looked up, and back at mom in the distance, she was leaning over and rubbing her hand softly across Donna’s gravestone. I think she wanted to jump in there right at that spot. A mother’s soft hand wiping across rock is still a gentle touch to see.
It has been the first Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mother’s Day, etc without mom. I took a leaf from a nearby tree to her grave and captured one from each season on the tree, to press, flatten, mat and frame as a reminder of the seasons of life…….and mom’s first season in heaven.
I hurt for you Abraham.
I hurt for you Molly.
Your wife is a dear. She is brave and wonderful, even when it is so very hard. But you know that.
Love to both of you.
I so appreciate the way that our church tries to mix in some of the obvious difficulties into our celebrations. The white roses and the offertory, “Hide away in the love of Jesus” were important for me. I prayed for many as I sat there. I prayed for you. I prayed for your family.
BTW, it was good to meet you. I hope the attic turns out well.
It’s hard to know what to say here because everything seems kind of stupid that I am writing, but my heart goes out to the Pipers and to all those who are suffering this Mother’s Day, even mixed amongst the great memories to have sad ones or to still be waiting.
I will stop and say a prayer for all women everywhere.