I Remember…

It struck me yesterday that things really are different. As I was deleting phone messages, I ran across an old message Mom left. I listened just to hear her voice again. Mom passed last Tuesday, too early and too soon, but she’s now whole, healthy, and complete today. There was nothing left unsaid; all spoken and shared. Last thing I remember telling her in the hospital room early Tuesday evening, “I love you; it’s okay, it’s okay.”

When I think about Mom, I can’t help but remember some things from earlier days. I remember: Christmas at Ramona Lane and the New General Store; falling face first off my bike and scratching my face all up – and there was Mom smiling and wiping my face; thankful that Mom and Dad didn’t let me to quit peewee football; Mom as a room mother in elementary school; going to Publix and loading up two shopping carts of food weekly – we had the best pantry in town; deep sea fishing off Antigua – everyone was sea sick except for Mom (she took medicine); never missing a football game or track meet – I always saw them in the stands; cooking pounds of shrimp at the beach – so many good memories at Errol by the Sea; my first speeding ticket (3 miles over the speed limit on New Smyrna Beach) and Mom saying don’t worry about it; our fist Sunday as a family at First Baptist Church Orlando – the newness and excitement of the day; smoothing over my grandmother’s revelation (while visiting me at college) that Bo (my dog) had died; when she still believed in me as I transferred to Palm Beach Atlantic College; being at college graduation; both Mom and Dad standing/waving in the driveway in Windermere as Jo and I headed to Fort Worth, Texas, as newlyweds; trips out west, to the mountains, the Caribbean, and Europe; being at seminary graduation; the first sofa in our house in Granbury, Texas – Mom and Dad paid for it; lunches at the Country Club and the Princeton Diner with Mom and Dad both; optimism in adversity; her first closing as a realtor; moving her stuff out of the Carlson Drive house while it was falling into a sinkhole late one evening; strength through a grueling chemo and surgery process as she beat cancer over ten years ago; the fishing trip she gave the brothers to Sanibel; her move to Texas; her card playing quartet (Lori, Cherry, and Dianne) and phone calls during their games; looking out from the platform at Memorial and seeing her in the congregation; lunches (quesadillas) at Tia Maria’s – I loved that place even though she wasn’t a big tex-mex fan; and family dinners in Baytown – it’s as if I can still hear the laughter coming from the dining room.

These are just a few of the things I remember. What do I remember the most? I remember hearing the words, “I love you,” and “I’m so proud of you.” She had a gift to bless – she believed in her sons. I didn’t just hear them spoken once, but over and over again. These I will not forget. I love you Mom! I’m proud of you! And I’ll see you again – someday. Wow, how I’m thankful for the future hope we share in Christ!

6 thoughts on “I Remember…

  1. Anonymous

    The power of the resurrection means nothing but the tomb is empty. So glad for that promise. Praying for you and your family.

    Wendy Berenson

  2. Anonymous

    What a beautiful tribute to your mom! Our prayers are with you, Jo and the kids. Safe travels

    Kim and Lindsay Siegfried
    Cool Spring Family

  3. Anonymous

    What sweet words about your mom! There is a huge void when a mother dies. She is your greatest champion, and the one with whom you want to share your life stories . I still find myself saying, ” Oh, I have to tell mom-“. Sad. Then I pray this prayer:” Jesus, I know you promised we would be with you always, so I know Mom is right there with you. Could you just tell her this for me?” It helps.
    We are praying for your family’s travels this weekend, that this will be a time of family bonding as you celebrate your mom’s life. Love you guys.

    Janet and Tommy Thompson

  4. Anonymous

    What you said bought tears to my eyes too. You had a wonderful family and very special memories. I did not meet your Mother, but I can see that she was a very special Mother and person. I’m sure your Father was too. I am sorry you and your brother’s lost your Mom. I still have all of you in my prayers. I lost my brother to colon cancer at age 47 and it helps me to talk to him up in heaven.

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