Losing my mom this year has been the toughest thing I have ever experienced. I cherish my last memories of being with her. “We’ve come a long way together,” she said to my sister, Montie, and me. Our visits in her hospital room were sweet reminiscing of days gone by. We read the Bible, sang hymns and prayed together. We watched our favorite movies – again. I miss Mama, and I would love to call her on the phone to tell her I love her one more time. I have to close my eyes and pray, “I need you, Jesus.” He is always with me, and I feel His comfort.
Aware of how temporal this life is, I treasure my relationships with family and friends. I look forward to being with my son and daughter and grandchildren, lunches with friends, times with the kids in my second grade Sunday school class and children’s choir. God sends His abundant love through these people to me, and I am thankful.