It was three years ago today, right about this time of day, when I got the news that my mom had passed away. I wrote about that day more here, and there’s nothing new to add, really. It hasn’t been a hard day — more wistful than sad. There are still times I miss her intensely.
We got a Christmas card today from a former neighbor whose husband passed away this year, and she included this poem about spending Christmas with Jesus this year. It’s not a literary masterpiece on par with Christina Rossetti or Emily Dickinson — but the thought was a blessing today. So often when I have wished I could pick up the phone and call Mom or do something with her, the thought of what she’s experiencing in heaven makes me realize that any earthly experience would pale in comparison. Elisabeth Elliot once wrote that God doesn’t tell us much about heaven because we’d be so distracted by what’s to come that we couldn’t get anything done here — like if you told your children you were taking them to Disneyworld next year. You’d have to answer a million questions a day about it. That may well be true.
Stray Thoughts 
The poem is a sweet thought! My mother passed away during the summer, but I do miss her around the holidays, simply because they’re a time for family. I’m glad that it hasn’t been a bad day for you, and I pray the Lord will bring comfort to your heart!
((hugs)) I’m sorry and I’m not looking forward to losing my mom:(
I never thought about it like that before — but that could very well be His reason for not telling us much! I’m glad it wasn’t a hard day for you… wistful can be okay … and I like the poem.
Wistful is a good way to describe the feeling of remembering our mothers on the day of their passing, Barbara. The poem is beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Barbara! ((HUGS))
You are a fortunate daughter to know that your mom is in Heaven.
I know exactly how you feel. Bless you my friend.
(()) to you, Barbara. May you feel His comforting hand holding you close.
My mother passed away a year ago in August. I think last Christmas I was so busy trying to make sure it was a “good” holiday for everyone else that I got past it by being in a whirlwind. This year has actually been harder for me. I’m not very motivated about the decorating and gifts. My husband has helped me a bunch, thankfully.
In Him,
Julie