This article was written almost 19 years ago the morning I learned of my mother’s death. It is also included in Chapter 12, Preacher’s Pen Columns, in my book A Pastor and the People: An inside Look through Letters. I am posting it this week in honor of Mother’s Day this coming Sunday.
July 1, 1998
I received a phone call this morning that my mom had passed away. I’m not sure of the details yet, but apparently she died last night in her sleep. Although we knew it was coming, we weren’t expecting it quite so soon. I was hoping and praying she would make it until our family got there to visit in August, but it wasn’t to be. And I’m okay with that.
My mom has fought her last battle; and I don’t view it as a loss. Throughout her life she fought numerous battles. All of us do, of course, but it seems like she fought more than most people do. And she was a courageous and persistent battler. She often had reasons to quit; but she was not a quitter. And in her death I’m sure she did not quit; but it was time to move on.
If in his life my dad was a trophy of God’s grace, then my mom was a picture of consistency. She was always there. From as far back as I can remember until this past Sunday when we spoke with her she was there. She was there caring and praying and doing what she could to help and make things better. I guess that’s the primary role of a mother.
At times like this it’s common to think about things you didn’t do or say that it’s too late now to say or do. There’s much in that category for me, but I also think there was an understanding between my mother and me that went beyond words. Anyway, I sure hope that was true.
I am disappointed that I will not be able to visit her as we had planned later this summer, but I am pleased she is no longer suffering and worrying. She feared becoming more and more incapacitated and lingering in pain. I am thankful that is not the case.
More than that, and not speculating on what God has in store for us, I’m blessed to know that she is now with my dad. None of us know the details of heaven, but we do know it is a reality for those who accept God’s gift in Jesus. She sorely missed dad; and it’s a blessing to know that even though she is gone from us, she is where he is.
Knowing mom as I did, I doubt that even in heaven she will be able to completely quit worrying about my brother and me and her grandchildren. But I hope that in light of her new surroundings and situation she can at least worry less.
Good bye mom. I’ll bet it’s easier for you to pray for us now than it’s ever been. I love you.
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