This blog is deeply personal and from the heart. You have been warned.
Today is my mom’s first birthday in heaven. I woke up and felt the heaviness of the day. I called my father and cried. I miss my mom.
I went for walk and remembered all the good things about her, especially all the things she did for the Easter holiday. Even though we did not grow up with a lot, my mom made sure on Easter that me and my sister had a new Easter dress and my brothers had a new shirt or tie. It was more than the things she did but how she made us feel.
I will always remember her huge smile when she welcomed me with my own children into her and my dad’s home.
I loved watching her say with pride, ” I made pastichio .” as she overlooked a dining room table adorned in white linen and china, set perfectly for Easter. I loved seeing her face light up as she passed out homemade Easter baskets that she made for her eleven grandchildren. I loved watching her hug them as they said goodbye.
I walk up near the Mission cross, I miss my mom.
I look up to the sky and cry. Happy birthday, Mom!
I feel like I can almost see her. I imagine her looking down on me, smiling. Healthy. No longer in pain. I cried a little more thinking You’re with Jesus, mom. Lucky girl!
I look at the cross and reflect on the meaning. Because of Jesus’s death and resurrection. we all have a chance to go to heaven. We just have to believe.
I walked away thinking of the crazy world we live in today with shelter- in-place. Ugh, this would not have been good for mom. I walk down the street and think Thank God there is a heaven. Thank God you are there and not here. I miss you mom. Happy Birthday!
Today I am thankful for the Cross. Oh! that wonderful Cross.