Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Home At Last
My sweet mama quietly slipped into the presence of Jesus late on the evening of January ninth. We had planned to move her from her home this month because her needs were increasing so quickly that we knew we could no longer carry the full load in the best way possible for her - but she moved up instead! She is in Heaven with Jesus and with my father and my baby brother who died at birth. Mom didn't want to move from her home. Her heart longed to stay in her earthly home until she moved to her Heavenly home. When that day came she wanted to be surrounded by those who were dearest to her on earth. And that's exactly what happened!
My sweetheart and I stayed with her twenty-four-seven through the last weeks of her life. That brought such comfort to her and to us. It was very hard but we will always treasure those days with her. She was placed on Hospice for the last two weeks of her life so we had their incredible staff to help. Our daughter is a medical assistant with training and experience in elder and memory care. She has worked closely with Hospice groups through the past years. She took a leave of absence from her job in order to spend the last week of her Nana's life with her and to help us with the day-and-night care required. I honestly don't know what we would have done without her. Our son was there often, as was his sweet wife and, at times, some of our grandchildren. Our son and our daughter and my sweetheart and I were beside her when she walked through Heaven's gates. She was home at last!
Last Saturday we had a beautiful service to celebrate her life and ministry. It was a time to shed tears, pay tribute to a long life well-lived, share her favorite Scriptures and sing her favorite hymns. And there was laughter as we recalled memories of her fun, loving, creative spirit. We were surrounded and loved and hugged and prayed for by family and friends from near and far.
I am just beginning to process the loss of my dear mother. I have good days and I have days filled with poignant memories and many tears. My sweetheart and I are at the Oregon Coast for a week with our home-on-wheels and our little dog. We're taking time away to rest and begin to heal. We're parked above the crashing winter waves that sound like thunder when they hit the beach below. At night a string of lights line the dark horizon as crab boats brave winter seas to work their craft while we rest and sleep. As I write this post a pod of seals is floating on the surface just below the bluff where we are parked. God has a way of sending special things just when we need them most!