From your Son
There is a huge part of me that wishes I was able to speak at your life celebration. But I didn’t have anything formally prepared and I didn’t think I would be able to keep my composure in front of an audience. If I was able to share a story it would have been the last time I got to see you.
I came to visit you and dad two days before you left for heaven. Dad got me some stuff from Costco which was just an excuse to see me, a good trade if I do say so myself. While I was there I was more interested in grabbing a chair and sitting right in front of you rather then collecting my goodies. I wanted to see you and I wanted you to see me. I know how much it means to you to have our face to face conversations.
I don’t remember the extent of our conversation. But I remember it was small talk on how I was doing in life. You just wanted to make sure I’m ok, no matter how you were feeling physically or emotionally you wanted to make sure I was ok. A loving mother by the book.
I stayed to talk with you as long as could before other responsibilities pulled me away. I gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then I gave dad a hug.
I’m not saying I had any premonition of what was to come. But I had a strong inner feeling I needed to give you another hug and kiss. And as I was leaving you said to me the same thing you have said to me for countless years. The same thing you’ve said so many times that even in my subconscious I still hear your voice. “Safety in Jesus name” I told you I loved you and I was on my way.
I am very grateful I came to see you that night and that you and I were able to converse without any interruption. I love you mom. And I miss you every day.
Safety in Jesus name.