Mama went to heaven a week ago today.
We buried her body two days ago while we all shivered in the cold and the wind and the sadness.
I miss my Mama.
Relief is there too, that she is whole and free now, not old and frail and small and declining.
I find comfort in the things that feel normal…
my morning cup of coffee with Bible and journal
puttering around the house tidying up
making homemade macaroni and cheese for my siblings
making my grandson his favorite pumpkin nut loaf into breakfast muffins.
I smile at myself because this is how Mama loved us kids,
through her cooking and cleaning and sewing,
and maybe I’m more like my Mama than I want to admit.