...not just Mother's sudden illness and the passing on to Glory.
The last 53 years went by so fast.
Oh, if I'd only known! There would have never been a moment of disobedience from the five-year-old. I'd been a more gentle, appreciative teenager. I would have cherished every moment even more than I already did as an adult.
I would have written more letters. She loved letters.
Email had taken them away, really. She just wasn't that keen on the Internet.
We would have laughed more. She loved to laugh. And I would have recorded her telling stories as I'd done Daddy's mother. My mother also had some great stories to tell ... of growing up ... and of her mother and father and brothers and extended family. She grew up in a lot of love.
I never ended a conversation without "I love you" but I would have thrown it in to a few conversations as well. What would it have hurt?
If I had known ... on her last healthy day ... that it would be her last healthy day ... I would have never left her side. Or I would have taken her to the hospital right then and there. And told them what I somehow knew. And they would have made it all right again.
But it all happened so fast.
Oh goodness.
ReplyDeleteThis is going to make me very thoughtful.
Thank you for sharing this!
hugs
P.S. I like the new look of your blog:)
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ReplyDeleteEva, this brought tears to my eyes and reminded me so much of how I felt after losing my mother and sister. Life on earth is but a wink and a flash. Hugs and blessings, Barb
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for her sudden passing. What a blessing to have her at the BRMCWC with us and to share breakfast with her that very morning, sharing my memories of my own mother's travel experiences with me in former years. It was sweet to see mother/daughter sharing time together and your connection. Peace.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, Eva. Asking the Lord to introduce her to my mom. Both their daughters seem to like the same things. Maybe they will, too. : )
ReplyDeleteAnd yet...it's not over. She's waiting for you now and will tell you all the stories over and over again :-)
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