Mom, today is your birthday, big numba 69.. but you are not here to celebrate it because you took your rest one year tomorrow. I/we were not prepared for you to leave, but God said it was time for you to rest and you said “it is well with my soul” so you went.
I’ve lost loves before, but I’ve never lost a mom so I did not know it would be so painful. I’m hurting mom, the pain in my heart does not stop, even crying doesn’t help. I don’t know how long I will hurt like this, but I am willing to bear it if it means I never forget you.
I wish I had more time with you, mom. I wish we could have traveled this beautiful world together after you retired, because God knows you deserve it; for all the selfless things you did for us, your children, all the sacrifices you made for us. Some you told me about, some you never got the chance to talk about.
Mom, I love and miss you soooo much 😢.
Rest in eternal peace mom, until we meet again.
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more and the roll is called up yonder, I pray I will be there to see you, because I know you will be there, singing “It is well with my soul”. Sleep well mom.
❤️❤️❤️❤️🌺🌺🌺🙏🏾🙏🏾❤️❤️❤️