Happy Mother's Day, Mom

Hi, Mom,

Happy Mother's Day!


Your Mother's Day balloon floated so high, playing hide-and-seek among the feathered clouds and sending butterfly kisses back to me.

Love you always, Joyce

I was a bit apprehensive about this day, thinking it might be the hardest one to get through, other than your birthday this year. But, you know, it wasn't so bad afterall. You have helped me so much to come to terms with your going Home.

Sure, I miss you, but I feel your presence, I sense your nearness, and, of course, I hear the chimes - always the chimes. So, in many ways, you are still so very much in my world.

When I try to visualize the whole spirituality of all this, I am in awe and extremely limited in true understanding. I can only imagine the freedom you have that you sought for a lifetime. I can only imagine how you must feel being surrounded by God's depth of love and joy and peace. What wholeness, what purity, what expansiveness! I don't even have words to describe what I feel would be the essence of the spiritual realm in which you exist. And yet, I can't even refer to that as existence because as you told me many times, there is no beginning nor ending in God for He has always been and will always be.

It continues to amaze me that you knew from the beginning of your place in that spiritual world with God. He truly was with you always. I am beginning to understand your faith is your legacy to me, to those whose lives you touched. In coming to understand that, even for just a moment, I know in my heart there is no separation, no loss because nothing can break God's connections.

So, see, Mom, Mother's Day wasn't so bad for me afterall.

As always, I love you.

Joyce