Anne and Granddaughter walking down the road in the forest.

Fifteen years ago, at 3am on Valentine’s Day, my dad held my mom’s hand while she passed away. She’d had brain cancer and surgeries and hadn’t been communicative in a long time. While it wasn’t a surprise, she hung on so long that it kind of was a surprise.

My dad called me in the morning and told me. We were already driving up for my brother-in-law’s funeral, he died only a few days before she did. It was a hard weekend.

As a Christian I’m confident she’s in heaven, but at the same time, I can’t really imagine heaven for her being better than walking down a quiet road in her beloved forest holding the hand of a grand daughter.

One thought on “Fifteen Years Without My Mom

  1. I really appreciate the honest feelings in that last statement. Our official position is that everything will be better in the by and by, but we have only experienced the bye.

    The last words I remember of my Father “Don’t say goodbye, say see you later”. But for now, I have to live without him

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