My mother and me at my ordination,
January 18, 2003.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more, mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away.
It will be three weeks tomorrow that my mother died. It seems so long ago and yet the memory is still raw. I am still receiving cards, e-mails and telephone calls that serve as a constant reminder that she is gone. Yet, I continue to speak of her in the present tense.
We are going through an exchange of e-mails with the gravestone designer, who can’t quite seem to grasp the concept of the design we want.
The funeral, by the way, was wonderful, as far as funerals go. We were overwhelmed by the number of people that came to calling hours at the funeral home and the funeral itself. There were people I never expected to see and from quite a distance. It was a tremendous source of comfort for my sisters and me. The words, “thank you,” don’t seem adequate enough to express our appreciation for the support.
There are still some challenging moments ahead. Mother’s Day is coming up soon, followed by the year-long numbers of first holidays without her. That’s where I find this blog helpful.
I hope, over the course of time, to share special stories. Stories that I remember, stories that people shared with me, and stories that reflect the unique relationship that Mom had with each and every person she met. Yes, she will become greater in death than she was in life. It won’t be necessary to exaggerate or embellish things because in every case, the stories that will appear here will be true. She was a memorable individual!