May 22nd

When I took this picture of my mom on May 22, 2012 I had no idea it would be the last one I would take.  My mom would unexpectedly pass on June 22, 2012.  It’s not good quality but I cherish it as being priceless.


So, here we are May 22, 2018…I miss her every day.  Today, I am blessed to be able to share the day with my Aunt Helen (my mom’s sister) and my cousin Teresa (Aunt Helen’s daughter) doing something we shared with my mom, placing flowers in cemeteries across Indiana in memory of our beloved family members.  This has been a family practice for as long as I can remember.  It’s such an honor to be able to do this small task every May as it brings back a flood of happy memories and the retelling of old stories and most of all, thankful hearts for all the blessings God has given us.  Life is so very short, tell  the people in your life how much you love them, don’t wait for s special day, they are all special.  Smile more and stop to smell the flowers, stand in the rain and looks to the Heavens and thank God for His Love and for all your Blessings.

The poem below was written about a month after my mom passed away and I was grieving losing her.  Grieving is a part of who I am now, it is more than sadness it’s all emotions intertwined in a beautiful tapestry of all the moments I shared with her.  She is my hero and I am so very thankful that God blessed me with her as my mom!

The Day
The day I never wanted to come
That day has come and gone
The imagined loss and emptiness
Those feelings have settled in
A void that cannot be filled 
How does one grieve such a loss
Not with time, family or friends
Such a loss with open wounds 
Wounds that are felt more than seen
Pain that blocks all healing
Mourning that feels no relief
Just one more hug or embrace
One more I love you
No one can ease the pains of life
Nothing like a mothers love
Mom, I miss you 
I miss you everyday.
~July 28, 2012 @ 10:26pm
Abbey of the Arts for May 22, 2018
“In our usual day to day awareness, one moment isn’t especially different from another. In seasonal time, we become aware of the continual invitation to cross a threshold into a deeper awareness. Dawn, day, dusk, and dark each carry different qualities and questions.”
~Christine Valters Paintner, PhD 
~Blessings and Peace~

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