Today is Mom’s Going Home Day.
At 2250 she stepped into Jesus’ arms.
I miss her still, sometimes terribly so.
But I’m beyond grateful to know she’s safe with Him.
Happy and peaceful.
Savoring her loved ones who were already Home and have joined her since.
I’m especially grateful that she’s waiting there for me.
Not with worry, as if I’m late.
But with great joy and anticipation.
Longing to share.
Knowing we’ll be separated never again.
So how am I celebrating my mom on this very special day?
I’m heading to Barnes & Noble in just a bit.
One of Mom’s favorite spots, being the bookworm that she was.
We enjoyed many trips there together.
Savoring the aroma of books and coffee in the café.
Surrounded by creativity and dreams-come-true poured into print.
Waiting for us to get lost in their midst.
Losing track of time and cherishing the ability to enjoy that together.
Which I’m going to do again today.
While she may not be physically present.
I know Mom will be there with me, nonetheless.