each day is new

  Life is fleeting…..  Today your here, tomorrow gone.  A memory left, a family alone.  Hearts broken, peace be still  Dreams lost, hope unfilled.  A fight that was fought,  memories made,  Hope instilled Hope betrayed Life is fleeting,  then it’s gone…  Hold them close,  Hold them strong. Tomorrow is not promised  Today is here.. Life is short  Time is near A vapor some say Life today Here, then gone…  Vanishing before our eyes Like a song….  Strong, soft, weak  The time is near,  The time is now….  Life is fleeting  You wonder how… Where did it go  Why….  But life is fleeting  then gone Like a vapor, a song.. Time not promised. The present is here Love them now,  Hold them dear.

What do we all think a mom should be ? Strong? Faithful, Loyal, Wise, Hardworking, of course loving, steadfast, helpful... I could go on and on..... My mom, though not perfect was to me a great mom. A Strong Woman: When she went into the hospital in February  for her gallbladder, we all joked that she was the healthiest sick person we know. Though she had been struggling with COPD for about 8 years she never had to be hospitalized for it and when asked about hospitalizations we had to say well it was when she had her hysterectomy like 20 years ago. This was after birthing 6 kids and helping to raise  her sisters too. One being like a sister to me as she lived with us when her mom died. A Woman of Faith: She wasn't perfect, and she wasn't always in church, but through her love for others it was evident. My aunt told me a story of how she took them to church when they were younger and she was the big sister. She had God's word in her heart and she did her best to live i

Grief is hard.  It affects people in all different ways. My mom passed last Monday morning early 3/23/20 and since that day I have cried just about every day. I have heard the expression of grief and mourning felt deep in your stomach and I have cried with such force that I can feel the muscles in my stomach stretch. I have been easy to cry and or sensitive this whole week while  mourning and thinking of a lot of things, her life, her death, her last few days, my choices, her care, my care for her and the list goes on. I go to sleep thinking of her and wake up thinking of her. I see a movie, a flower, a rainbow a bird, I think of her. Many things remind me of her and her memory is still so fresh. I re live those last few days with her,  those last hours. I embrace it. So why do I embrace grief? To me it is honoring my mom.  Not letting her memory die is honoring and important to me. They say that people live on in our hearts, minds and memories. Yes,  I know she is not