It's been three weeks since my mom's passing and the memories of her are still fresh and new. I can still hear her calling my name in a very slow, still voice---"hannah".
I only spent exactly two weeks with her, before she went home to our creator. The two weeks I had, felt like I was with her the entire time of her battle. It was a tough one---- but her strength became our strength. It was hard seeing her in bed, not being able to walk and do something for herself--- but her faith and strong belief that a miracle can still happen, gave us so much hope in life.
Just because we've seen the realities of death through my mother, we appreciated the value of Life every single day. A moment spent with her was like a miracle spent a lifetime. A simple nod in the head, a wink in the eye, a smile of satisfaction, a hug of forgiveness and even a long blank stare from her, gave us so much meaning to LIFE--- it provided us with energy that one day, she won't just stare at us but also do the same old routine--- But of course, we were only there to hope, to believe for a miracle, and to share with her the LOVE that God first shared through Jesus---- then my mother and father shared.
It was an experience that I will forever cherish. That I was able to serve my mother in her death bed. I was able to tell her I love her, I made her feel that she's important--- and that she's worthy to be taken good care of.
I know she's up there watching us--- to quote from my brothers dream-- she was smiling---her face was so bright and the place she's at was so wide. And that it's nice and she can see mom at the clouds---
My mom's death wasn't really a death---- but a celebration of Life--- and acknowledging God's glorious gift of salvation.
I shall see you in Heaven again mom!
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