Sometimes and a lot lately, my mum has come to mind.
I am reminded of a picture she had; she told me that when she was pregnant with me, she stood in front of the picture and said, she wanted the baby to be a girl and her best friend.
Before she died, we had an extraordinary connection, that we understood. This made a moment so touching after she died.
After the funeral the church group she attended put on some snacks, the ladies behind the counter were really nice and I said to them I appreciated their time and that I was her youngest daughter.
The ladies told me this, your mum talked about her daughter, how they were so close and how she was so proud of her and how much she loved that she was her friend. I took that moment and said, oh that’s me, then one said, oh another daughter said it was her. I said yes she would, but she wasn’t but if that gives her peace today then, okay. The look I got was, yes I get you, and then acknowledging it was me after all.
My mum was unique and at times brutally honest. But, when she said something, like a couple of months before she went, “Bronie I really do love you, you do know that don’t you”.
So back to my point, because I have experienced things to do with others after they have gone home, every morning I say good morning to them, then good morning, Ruth Gwendoline my beautiful mum.
Twice I have seen her in heaven, twice with no emotion but I have asked that when we see each other again she smiles. Why, in heaven emotion or acknowledgment of who they are does not matter, you’re not more important than any other on your level. But you are there to pray, to work, to be assigned. And she knows this, but knowing she’s made it brings me joy, for her earthly life wasn’t nice, but her eternal life is.
I have taken the time to acknowledge the evidence shown to me and with that, the truth always stands…