Journalling reads: The angels gathered near your bed so very close to you. For they knew the pain and suffering that you were going through. I thought about so many things as I held tightly to your hand. Oh how I wished that you were strong and happy once again. But your eyes were looking homeward to that place beyond the sky. Where Jesus held his outstretched arms, it was time to say good-bye. I struggled with my selfish thoughts for I wanted you to stay. So we could walk and talk again like we did just yesterday. But Jesus knew the answer and I knew He loved you so. So I gave to you life’s greatest gift. The gift of letting go. Now my heart will carry memories of the love you gave to me. Until we meet again in heaven where the best is yet to be.
Journaling reads: What do you see when you look at this layout?
Feet? Yes you are right. But these feet are special,
and my last Christmas memory of Mom. It was Christmas
2000 and she stayed the night so she could be there
to watch my boys open their presents. I just happened
to catch her feet in the picutre but I didn't know those
would be some of the last photos of her. You see she was
promoted to Heaven in April 2001. If I had known those
would be the last photos of her I would have taken so many
more and gotten all of her. So you see, those feet are
special and when I see those pictures I look very hard and
wish I could see the rest of her in the picture. Those
feet carried my best friend and Mom around for 66 years and ...
I do miss them so.
Journaling reads: I will never forget that morning : January 15, 2001. You called me at 8am and told me you had slipped on the frost on the front porch when the cat darted out the door. You told me your neck and head were hurting and I asked if you had hit them. You said you hadn't but that you just needed to talk to me for a minute. All of a sudden you told me to call 911 and went unconscious. I yelled for the boys and told Tim to run to the neighbors and call 911 because your phone was off the hook. I ran so fast and will never forget the urgency I felt while trying to get there. Andrew held the phone and talked to you the whole time till I got to the house. I could hear the ambulance behind me as I got there. You had a brain aneurysm and they didn't think you would live on the lifeflight to Dallas. You did and after 5 weeks in ICU, you came back to rehabilitate at St. Michaels. You came home on March 22, 2001 and I didn't know that you would leave us on April 26, 2001. I miss our phone calls just to talk about the bird you saw outside. I miss talking to you for an hour on the phone about nothing at all but enjoying every minute. I miss sharing my life with you and think of how much you have missed. Being a great grandma, three more grandbabies, my boys graduating high school and one joining the Navy. I miss so many things. But most of all...
I miss you
Profoundly. Deeply. Forever.
Journaling reads: When I grew up I always wanted to be a mom. I was blessed with Andrew and Tim. I have been a teacher, homeschooling both of you. I have been a nurse through operations, stitches and broken things. I have been a hostess for many birthday parties. I have been a maid, washing clothes, picking up stuff and washing dishes. I have been a cheerleader and broke many lawnchairs trying to help you score a goal. I have been a cook and made my share of burritos. chocolate cake, pancakes, and spaghetti. I would not trade one day of being a mom for all the money in the world and enjoy watching both of you grow into wonderful young men who still and always will, call me...MOM.
