When my dear mother passed away, I felt like everything came to an end. The woman who brought me up and shaped me into who I became was not by my side anymore to advise me or simply give me a hug.
Holidays are always the worst part.
Celebrating without her never got easier with the passing of the time. And it also gave me a feeling of guilt. It felt like I shouldn`t be celebrating if she couldn`t.
At that time, I recall what my mom always said to me, ” Just because someone isn`t around physically doesn`t mean they aren`t in our heart, and sometimes that`s just as important.”
This way when I feel like missing her, I place my hand to my heart to remind myself that she is with me, even though I can`t see her.
Once, when I was having a tough time a friend of mine showed me this poem which really helped me go through the hard times.
I had it pinned to my board in my kitchen. It is a poem in memory of all those mothers who are not physically here anymore but will FOREVER be alive in our souls.
My Mother, My Angel
Once upon a time a beautiful angel held my hand,
She wiped away my tears and helped me understand.
Our time on earth is brief, there are lessons to be learned,
Each precious day God has given us another page to turn.
Every chapter filled with memories, times of joy and tears,
Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year.
She loved us unconditionally, always by our side,
When no one else would listen, in her we could confide.
With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way,
Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray.
She saw the light in everyone and gave with no regrets,
Always from her heart let’s not forget.
Angels come in many forms, for me it is my mother,
With love I cannot say in words there’ll never be another.
Every day I turn the page in my heart will ever remain,
Everything she taught me as I stroll down memory lane.
Thank you God for giving me the most priceless of all treasures,
Help my Lord to keep alive her memory here forever.
I pray that I can some day be everything she hoped I would,
That she’s smiling down from heaven knowing she did good.
As we gather here today there’s no ending to her story,
Another chapter has begun full of grace and glory.
God’s called her to his heavenly home, part of his great plan,
Although it may be hard, we all must understand.
Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see,
Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe.
Lately, I found the origins of the poem which means the world to me. The poem was written by Kathy J Parenteau- In memory of Shirley A Fowler.