My Mother died unexpectedly on Friday, June 18.
I flew across the country, got to talk to her and hold her sweet, soft hand although she could not talk to me. My Dad, my brother, his wife and I were all there with her.
My Mother's Hand
There will be an empty space never to be filled by another human being as long as I live.
She was an English teacher, loved literature and poetry. We found a journal of hers and only the first page had writing:
Alas, how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too much or a kiss too long,
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain,
And life is never the same again.
And things can never go badly wrong
If the heart be true and the love be strong,
For the mist, if it comes, and the weeping rain
Will be changed by the love into
sunshine again.
This was written by George MacDonald, a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister.
Donum of Visum 