As most of you know from my other blog, KaLynn, my mom passed on a couple of weeks ago. April 6.
She drove me nuts. Ab-so-lute-ly bonkers. Especially in the past year.
But now that I can't talk to her, I've been miserable. Crying at the sight of a shirt she would like. Crying because I can't talk to her while the boys practice ball. Crying myself to sleep at my desk at work.
This went on for two weeks. Every. Day. Every waking hour. Minute. Nano-second. I was getting to the place I could not function.
Then I got a text message from my Oregon friend, Rob. Her MRI came back clean just a new symptom of fibromyalgia.
The next day, I got a text from my long time friend, LeeLee, that her back surgery seems to have messed up and she is going back to doc today.
Another friend that I talked to at Mom's graveside service, her husband has two more radiation treatments and hopefully he will be done. He had prostate cancer, stage 4.
A guy that works here,his wife has the same disease Bernie Mack had. She is in constant pain and seems to be in the last stages.
What am I crying for? My mom is in Heaven. My mom is with the Lord. She is not hurting, feeling bad, confused.
In fact she is practically perfect now.
So why am I crying?
I'm crying because I am selfish.
My mom can hear me talk to her.
Just like the Lord can hear me talk to Him.
I needed to be reminded that I need to be back on the prayer train for the people who need it.
Stop looking at me, I am fine. Mom is fine.
Some aren't so lucky.
My Father showed me how blessed Mom is. I am.
How blessed are you?
Hugs,
