Holy Moments with Mom
My mom went home to be with Jesus last week. I don't say "I lost my mom" because lost means I don't know where she is. I know where she is. Over the last couple of weeks, I've had time to reflect on some of the holy moments I shared with my mom. I hope you'll forgive the length of my writing but I'll start with the last. When we took my mom to the hospice center, I knew it wouldn't be long. Sadly, with my line of work, I've been there before. Albeit with other families, but I knew where we were. It was decided that my sisters would return home (since they both had "regular" jobs) and I would stay the night with mom. No sooner had my family left than I literally saw my mom begin to change. Almost imperceptibly at first but I could tell she was sliding away from me. I talked to her and sang along with her beloved Gaither music that we kept playing from her iPad. I held her hand and told her some of the things I'll share b...