This morning my sweet Momma passed away and words cannot describe how much I miss her and how quiet it is here without her. Of course my brother and I are grieving but we know that she is now in a better place where she can stand and walk and jump and run in the presence of the Lord.
My mother was an incredible woman. She withstood a lot of discomfort along with limited mobility but she never gave up. My first post last year, after introducing this blog, was about her. You can see that post here. I showed her most of my blog posts and she enjoyed looking at all the pictures I took as well as some from other blogs.
When I took the Photo 101 class, my mother and I thought it would be a good idea to photograph our hands together to address one of the challenges. I am so glad we did because I treasure this photographic memory.
It is really hard being without her. We shared constant conversation and I keep wanting to tell her things. I am so lucky and grateful to have such a great brother to help me through these tough times. As believers, envisioning the freedom of movement that my mother must now have has brought us both solace. She has fought the good fight, finished the race and kept the faith as described in 2 Timothy 4:7. We know we will see her again.