Mom, gone from this world . . .

missed but never forgotten and always loved.

 

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VOICE OF AN ANGEL

Mom, dressed for her first date with Dad!

When someone so close to us and whom we love so much is near the end, we feel their pain as they age and we would do whatever we could to see the Mom (or other loved one) as we remember them . . . even one more time.  This week marks another anniversary  of her passing.  She felt no pain in passing while asleep and just didn’t awaken this side of heaven.  She died holding hands with Jesus with a big smile on her face, just like my Grampy did.  If your morning quiet place seems to have a larger angel choir, that’s Mom.  No matter how many things she could no longer do toward the end, she was always singing and I am sure she still is!  Likely, the angels in your life are singing with her!

The last thing she and I said to each other was to smile and say “I love you!” it was a sunny spring afternoon and the birds were singing!

 

 

 

 

 

Mom – Gone But Not Forgotten

Mom made these every year and I have the wrinkled scrap she wrote the recipe on.  It has been a trying year but blessings come to mind as well.  I will share the cookies I make thinking of blessings past and knowing more will come!  The joy and the cookies will be shared!  Cider anyone?

 

 

Bits of sugar,

salt and flour

iced and setting on the tray.

Shared memories . . . making new!

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2014

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

MY HEART DROPPED

Losing you 2 years ago today made my heart drop, but knowing your pain is gone and you rest at His feet helped me heal.  You and He are with me in my heart always.

The Missing You Never Stops . . .

. . . but you are part of me, Mom, so I still find joy.

Mom with Nana, great grandma, and me.

The Wake

The house is in stillness

laying in wait for the chaos

Yet to come.

I sip,

I breathe,

I wait.

I hear you sing.

I feel your gentle embrace.

I know your love.

By Martha L Shaw – © 3-20-14