My mother died suddenly at the age of 65. Too young to have been taken away from us, and she never even had to deal with the death of her own mother. The past two years, she had suffered terrible pains from an auto-immune disease, but it wasn't supposed to take her life so soon. And, except for my Dad, she also had not let her family know just how much she hurt. I had taken it for granted that she was going to be around for a long time, and I didn't even get to tell her goodbye.

What a shock, Mother. How am I going to fill that huge void in my heart that was for you alone? I still feel like you should be here. It just doesn't seem fair. You were so gentle and kind, and I admired you so much. You loved bears and houses and nature. You were so artistic and could do anything you put your mind to. You were my dad's life. After being together for 50 years, how is he going to fill the half of his heart that is missing? We are so selfish, though, thinking only of ourselves in this when we should be celebrating your acomplishment. You walk with the King of Kings, Mother. Jesus walks with you side-by-side, and you have now seen God's face. You are happy, and do not suffer any more and for that I am joyful for you. But, I can't help feeling the sorrow of not being able to talk with you, to see you in my life on earth, and to hear your beautiful voice, giving me the advice that I cherished. Who's going to give me that advice now? I will lean on Jesus for that and try to take comfort in the fact that He is with you, and you are with us in spirit along with Him. Someday, we will be together again forever. I love you.

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