I'm grateful for many things this week. But I guess, in general, I'm just grateful for life itself. What a roller coaster ride it can be. A wise man once told me, "Heaven sounds boring. All our needs are met? It sounds like a nursing home."
So as difficult and sad as life can sometimes be, I'm grateful for it. It's what makes us human, I suppose. And along with the difficulties come the many blessings.
Like Mom, such a blessing. She quietly passed away early Saturday morning, such a loss. She would have been 87 years old in a few weeks.
She'd been struggling with failing health for the last several months. During my more recent visits, although responsive and never senile, she was always so tired, and slept a lot. She and my dad had to move into their local nursing home last winter. Dad is the "wise man" quoted above.
My mom is a native of the Philippines. She met my dad during WWII, and they eventually moved to the states. She once joked to me (although I'm not sure it was fully a joke) that she married Dad because she wanted a refrigerator. I can vouch for my dad that he did, in fact, get her a few fridges.
She had no formal education beyond the eighth grade, but that never limited her achievements. She raised us three kids, made many lasting friendships, worked devotedly at her job, and was an outstanding bridge player. She was invited to join P.E.O when I was four years old and has been my role model for my own charitable activities.
So although this was not an unexpected event, it's a final reminder of how much I was already missing Mom. I look forward to the day when she and I can, once again, meet for lunch and go shopping.
The silver linings are that she was the best mom I could have asked for, and I believe she is happily home.
"God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers."