It’s been a week and a half since Mama went to heaven.
She was 85 1/2, and had very fragile health the last few months of her life.
Her death wasn’t a shock or surprise.
Still, daily I catch myself thinking, “I need to pop over to Mama’s and check on her.”
or “I need to call Mama.”
No more daily phone calls ending with me saying,
“I love you, Mom”
and her responding
“I love you too, Honey.”
I comfort myself with Truth.
She is with Jesus.
I will see her again
and on that day there will be
no more goodbyes.