A long short life
I'm sitting here thinking about life and how short it actually is. In about 6 hours we will start the funeral service for my mom. She meant the world to me. Back in January there was discovered a tumor on her brain and through surgery it was removed. For the past 10 months her health has deteriorated and she finally passed away a week ago. I am glad for the time that I was privileged to spend with her over the last few months. Most of the service today will focus on what her children say about her as we are going to attempt to speak. I've wrote some things down, changed it a few times, and yesterday decided on what I would say. It will be a difficult day. Losing someone so close to you is hard, and nothing in life can prepare a person for it. I don't know how to grieve. I'm sure it's different for everyone and it's something everyone goes through. You can alienate yourself from people but that doesn't solve the grief issue. As much as I've prepared for this, I'm not ready- and no matter how much time gone by I'm sure I never would have been prepared. The strength to get through hard times has to come from somewhere. There is no way I have this strength.
the only explanation I can come up with is there is a good God that allows us to make choices. A God that loves us enough to let us make mistakes and is strong enough to help us overcome our current situation. I have faith in the One that created me and will help me through my current state.
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