Key Hunter

It happened the Sunday before Memorial Day at 10:03 pm, 2017. While I was holding my mother’s hand, she found her place in the line of the Great Procession and began her march to Zion. I felt like I had stopped breathing. With tears in my eyes, I thought: “There she goes”. Heaven’s gates opened and they said, “Here she comes!” In the stillness of the night, I found beauty in this moment. She had done what she’d sat out to do: she had loved, believed and lived. She led by example. She gave to anyone in need. She loved her children. She loved her husband. She loved her sisters. She loved her family. She loved her Pastor and her church. She could rest now. Well earned, well deserved sweet rest. It was my privilege to have belonged to her and her to me. I also counted it a privilege to have cared for her during this time. While I cherish every precious memory - I wish we could have made more. But I understand what happened and I never questioned God’s process. So with that, I rejoice for her receiving her life’s reward - but I still cry for myself, living with my new normal. I’ll remember my mother always, I’ll love her forever. 🕊️😇

2 Timothy 4:7-8