This picture of my mom was taken about two years ago, I believe. She was still able to enjoy being out and about, and it’s the way I like to remember her. She went home to heaven last year in July. This is the first Mother’s Day in a very long time that I won’t be calling, sending a gift, or contacting her in any other way. I’m not being maudlin here. I would never wish her back. She’s where she wanted to be, and we’ll see her again. It’s just very strange not to have a mom on Mother’s Day for the first time in my nearly 66 years. Her birthday is on May 16. She would have been 88. Today I’ve been thinking a lot about how short our time on earth is, and how often we let the days and years drift by without making them count for God. Life is surely just a vapor, and you realize that the closer you get to heaven yourself.
So, Mom, even though you’re not here, I’m still wishing you a wonderful, heavenly Mother’s Day in my heart. Can’t imagine what the celebration will be like in heaven!