Sunday, June 29, 2008
Our prayer and thoughts are with you during this difficult time. Mom" God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be. He closed his arms around you and whispered, "Come to me." My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. For what it meant to lose you, Mom No one will ever know. I smile as I remember, while tears roll down my cheeks. Thoughts, I keep in silence, and I find it hard to speak. When I look at your picture, you seem to smile and say, "I've never really left you, we'll meet again someday." I miss you Mom with all my heart, but I know you are at rest; God's garden must be beautiful, for he only takes the best. For those who have a Mother, Treat her with love and care. For you will never know the heartache, until she isn't there.
