Yesterday would have been my mom's 93rd birthday had she not died at age 69. I still miss her at times, but life goes on. Whoever said time heals - knew what they were talking about. I don't feel the empty, sad feeling that I did for the first couple of years following her death.
Life is funny that way. Souls are taken away from this world, and the bodies they reside in are left to decay; we grieve and then go on with our lives. I find it interesting, the feeling I get when someone close to me dies is a feeling of how can I go on without them in my life. Yet I got along just fine without them before I knew of their existence.
Mom's, now that is a different story. Never have we been without our mother - our entire lives - until death. So, I suppose my thought of how can I go on without her was a valid feeling back twenty-some years ago when she passed. That's where God comes in. He never leaves us and offers strength in times of weakness and despair and for that, I am so very thankful! And just like that - God brought more beautiful souls into my life! My cup is full and running over.
Talking to Mom is good therapy. Sometimes I will utter out loud, I miss you, Mom. I'm not sure how it all works with God and Heaven and the afterlife. But for some reason unbeknownst to me, I feel as tho she truly hears me.
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