My mother was admitted to the hospital last night due to a stroke. It’s her eighty-first birthday today.
I’m oh, so thankful our family just recently spent quality time together and she got to meet her first great-grandchild.
Lots of precious pictures and memories were made.
I’m not sure how much time I’ll have in these next days to work on new posts so I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time-set up a series of the five or six most popular posts so people can get them all in a row.
If you’ve read them, don’t feel like you have to read them again. (But maybe send up a prayer when you see them for my mama ❤ )
But many of them are two or three years old and some of y’all might have just joined us in this Valley. So they may be new to you.
In any event, here’s the very first post that got more than a few hundred shares and was picked up by Huffpost in 2016:
People say, “I can’t imagine.“
But then they do.
They think that missing a dead child is like missing your kid at college or on the mission field but harder and longer.
That’s not it at all.
It isn’t nostalgia for a time when things were different or better or you talked more: it’s a gut-wrenching, breath-robbing, knee-buckling, aching groan that lives inside you begging to be released.