Five years ago today, I received the dreaded phone call. My mom had died. She was 75 years old but in her last years had suffered considerably with pain. I had been preparing for that day but of course, when it happened ...I cried and cried.
I was actually the last person she spoke a word to the night before. My dad held the phone up to her ear and I told her I loved her. She whispered back to me that she loved me too. My father told me she became so weak and those were the last words she spoke.
My mom and dad always held hands when they went to sleep at night. It was the same that last night. But when my dad awakened, my mom was already gone. She had died in her sleep. I was grateful that she didn't have to be rushed to the hospital on life support as she didn't want to go through all that.
Did they have a perfect marriage? No. But I doubt there's such a thing.
Mom and Dad met when they were teenagers and were married for more than 50 years. And there was never a doubt that ...they loved one another.
I'm so thankful that my mom loved the Lord. I know that one day soon I will see her again in heaven. We'll have lots of catching up to do. :)