When I was on FaceBook today, a notice was there that it was my mom’s birthday. It was hard to see that posted. My mom passed away this last May. She would have been 92 today. It has been a little over six months.
I had opened her FaceBook account about five or six years ago, thinking she would enjoy contact with relatives and friends. She did but she didn’t have a computer and didn’t know anything about them. While she enjoyed it at first, she didn’t stay interested in it. I should have pursued it with her, but circumstances and time weren’t in our favor and it was set aside.
And so, I had to say goodbye again. Not easy, but these days, I find I am saying goodbye a lot–from the doughnut shop she enjoyed going to (which I pass a lot), to just driving and thinking about how much fun it was to take her on rides. She loved taking rides. I would turn on my GPS and just go down unfamiliar roads, assured that we could find our way home! With Christmas coming, I will miss taking her to see the Christmas lights. We didn’t do that last year, it was too cold for her so I took pictures and showed them to her. I’m sure it would have been the same this year, but there are still the fond memories of times I got to have fun with her.
I grieve. But I have found that if I concentrate on thanks for being with her during her last six years and for the fun things we got to do, my grieving gets easier. No one can take those memories from me and because of them, she is still part of my life. So happy birthday, my sweet mom. I still love you, but though I miss you, I am thankful that you no longer suffer. You have gone home to Jesus and I am looking forward to seeing you again. Blessings.