Mom's Beautiful Day...

* My Journal * Yesterday was one of the most beautiful days I have had in many years.  A morning celebration of Mom's life brought back so many priceless memories. It was a day to honor my mother...the beautiful person she was.  This amazing day...filled with flowers, food, candles, her favorite colors, friends, neighbors, family, and sharing....Everything Mom loved that she SO deserved.  My many tears of sadness through the years, turned into tears of joy on this day in "Celebrating Mom Home".  This is truly a blessing and it's a wonderful "Good Thing".

Celebrating Mom Home...

My Journal * Mom's "going home" service.  It's a good thing.

Today...May 15th...2015...just before noon...Mom traveled home.

* My Journal * Today was the day.  Just before noon, Mom took her last breath.  When I thought my tears were dry, I find them streaming like a flood down my face.  Before my father passed away, he took this picture of the sky.  Something told me this was special.  I have always cherished Dad's photograph of these clouds.  Finally, my dear, dear parents can be together in this beautiful place.  I love you SO much Mom and Dad.  Thank you for the millions of the little things, and the millions of the big things you did for me, and for so many others.  

Both of you can now be in peace...together.

Blessings to all for your thoughts, prayers, guidance, and needed support through this long journey.  

It's a good thing.

Mom and Me...May 10th, 2015...Our final Mother's Day.

* My Journal * My mom has been in the final active stage of the dying process since last Sunday on Mother's Day.  What I was told could be hours, maybe a couple of days....is now turning into longer.  Approaching six days...feels like six years...I have spent many hours by her side .  It only figures my mom is fighting to the very bitter end. Yep...she still has a stubborn streak.  On Sunday, I had in my mind and from my discussions with hospice, mom would be done with her suffering in the first part of the week. Well...now I have learned you can't put a timeline on this "eleventh hour".  I guess she will go when she is good and ready, and I have been blessed to hold hands with my dear mom one last time. 

Praying for peace. Praying for relief.  It's a good thing.

xxx

TIM...

* My Journal * I love this picture of Roger’s brother, Tim.  It’s hard to comprehend he is not with us now.  When I look at his smile, I feel so much joy, but hurt with so much sadness.  God Bless you “Little Tim”. Your smile says it all.  Please continue onward “up there” with your great sense of humor, your warm heart, and the sparkle in your eyes.  I still hope you like your “pig” as it continues to give you a chuckle of “hot-diggity-piggity”. It’s a good thing.  Now rest in peace.