I wanted to share a note on some happenings. The day she died, earlier in the day, I had a vision. I was sitting in a chair. An urn of her ashes was nearby. She appeared. Glowing in a summer dress from the 50's era. I was crying.
Later that night, June 12th, Jerry called with the news.
Between June 12th and July 16 (day of her burial), my mother spoke to me. She wanted me to be comforted, not sad; she was at peace. I was making the DVD and the music CD for her memorial services. Over my shoulder she was telling me the pictures she liked and didn't like. The music she approved of and didn't like. It was almost distracting hearing her voice. She told me of her disappointment in being cremated, but her joy of being buried with her mom and dad. Overall, she is pleased and liberated from her decaying mind. She tells me she heard the poems I read and how special they were to her. I cried, and cried.
During her memorial service, there was a tremendous thunder/lightening storm. It shook the walls and ceiling of the chapel. There were about 20 people there. I spoke and Jerry spoke. During the whole time, the thunder rolled through the room. My mother was going to have the last word. (Hurray, Mom!)
The graveside service given by the Reverand Miller from the Methodist Church was beautiful. He took what I wrote and added some passages from my mother's Bible. He truly made it extra special (considering he never met her). God Bless him for his special efforts.
After most everyone had left the gravesite, I read a poem over her grave,
Granny's Pride Flowers. I broke down. Originally, it was written for Mimi, but Mother, it is now your poem.
I'm trying to pull together some of the pics and CDs for family. Gotta do the wedding pics for the Sultans too. At this point, I welcome the distractions of doing some of this busy work.
My mother's voice is now silent. She now resides in my memories. Thank you, Mother -- for the good times and the bad. They made me the person I am today. You were a good mom and did the best you could. I love you! You are home with God and family.
I wanted to share a note on some happenings. The day she died, earlier in the day, I had a vision. I was sitting in a chair. An urn of her ashes was nearby. She appeared. Glowing in a summer dress from the 50's era. I was crying.
Later that night, June 12th, Jerry called with the news.
Between June 12th and July 16 (day of her burial), my mother spoke to me. She wanted me to be comforted, not sad; she was at peace. I was making the DVD and the music CD for her memorial services. Over my shoulder she was telling me the pictures she liked and didn't like. The music she approved of and didn't like. It was almost distracting hearing her voice. She told me of her disappointment in being cremated, but her joy of being buried with her mom and dad. Overall, she is pleased and liberated from her decaying mind. She tells me she heard the poems I read and how special they were to her. I cried, and cried.
During her memorial service, there was a tremendous thunder/lightening storm. It shook the walls and ceiling of the chapel. There were about 20 people there. I spoke and Jerry spoke. During the whole time, the thunder rolled through the room. My mother was going to have the last word. (Hurray, Mom!)
The graveside service given by the Reverand Miller from the Methodist Church was beautiful. He took what I wrote and added some passages from my mother's Bible. He truly made it extra special (considering he never met her). God Bless him for his special efforts.
After most everyone had left the gravesite, I read a poem over her grave, Granny's Pride Flowers. I broke down. Originally, it was written for Mimi, but Mother, it is now your poem.
I'm trying to pull together some of the pics and CDs for family. Gotta do the wedding pics for the Sultans too. At this point, I welcome the distractions of doing some of this busy work.
My mother's voice is now silent. She now resides in my memories. Thank you, Mother -- for the good times and the bad. They made me the person I am today. You were a good mom and did the best you could. I love you! You are home with God and family.
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