Good Day, God!
Today I got the call I had been dreading. My Mother is now with You, Lord. I’ve been reading the 23rd Palm to her recently, and I love the ending: “And I shall dwell in the House of the Lord forever.” That’s a lovely image, God.
Kit and I had been over to see her last night, and we were going to visit again this evening after taking friends to the airport. After the sad call this morning from the hospice unit, I had to drive in to say goodbye to her. Maybe she was hovering around . . . or maybe not. But I had to be certain.
Sigh. I have a bit of my Mother’s Gift of Appreciation. So, over the last nine years, I have been pretty good at telling Mom how much I love her and how glad I am she came to Hawaii from Arizona at age 89 to live near us. Ah, but we never are as good to our parents as, in retrospect, we would like to have been.
Mom would sometimes worry about being a “burden.” That reminds me of the story of the boy carrying his little brother on his back. When someone said, “That’s quite a burden.” the boy replied: “That’s not a burden! That’s my brother!” Or, in my case now: “That’s my Mother!”
And what a Mother! She was the one who read science fiction as a child and introduced my dad to it. As a widow, she was the first of her friends to get a computer. Later, at my urging, she shifted from a PC to a Mac. She was doing emails into her 98th year. And she was punctilious about her finances.
But best of all, Mom was a Loving Listener — not just to me, but to countless friends.
I hope, God, that You are now listening to her as You de-brief her regarding her Earthly Journey.