On April 2, 2016, Ma died.
I haven't been ok since then.
Wave after wave, it hits me over and over that she is really gone.
I wasn't ready for her to leave me.
SHE was ready to go Home; home to Jesus...... home to Melode, my sister who died years ago..........home to Walt, who waited for her...........
Every day is an uphill battle..................and every day brings fresh tears..............and every day brings new things that I have to face with just God on my side.
She's never not been there before.
Being Motherless is the hardest role I've ever had to face, and the hardest one to live.
I'm everything I am because of her.................her love, her patience, her tolerance, her lessons, her hugs, and her soft kisses.
I've faced other losses of deeply loved ones before, but this one leaves me sobbing in a messy heap on the floor, calling her name,
The silence resounds so loudly around me when she doesn't answer my call.
I keep trying to hold onto this verse:
Psalm 116: 15
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Godly ones.
He comforts me.
I love you, Ma
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