For we know that when this tent we live in now is taken down—when we die and leave these bodies—we will have wonderful new bodies in heaven, homes that will be ours forevermore, made for us by God himself and not by human hands. How weary we grow of our present bodies. That is why we look forward eagerly to the day when we shall have heavenly bodies that we shall put on like new clothes. For we shall not be merely spirits without bodies. These earthly bodies make us groan and sigh, but we wouldn’t like to think of dying and having no bodies at all. We want to slip into our new bodies so that these dying bodies will, as it were, be swallowed up by everlasting life. This is what God has prepared for us, and as a guarantee he has given us his Holy Spirit.2 Corinthians 5:1-5 (TLB)
This picture was taken at Easter six years ago. It represents a happier time. Before my mom had signs of dementia. Before my Dad died. Before she moved to live with my brother in Brazil.
She slipped out quietly in her sleep, in the comfort of her bed, under the loving care of one of her around-the-clock caretakers my brother had provided her.
When my brother called me this morning, I felt his desire that I knew he had given her the best possible care. That she had been happy and healthy as much as her condition would allow. I knew it was so. Even though I missed my mom, I had said my goodbyes before they moved knowing it would most likely be the last time I saw her on this earth.
My heart is heavy. I wanted to tell you what a wonderful mother she was. Which is true. I wanted to write about all my wonderful memories of her growing up. Which are many. I feel fortunate to be her daughter. I’m sure over the coming weeks as I pour over pictures and memories, I will smile often and I will feel her loss equally as often. I will write her a poem and I will sing her a song. She will smile at me from heaven and I will be glad she has her memory back.
Grace & Peace,