I remember that last visit just like yesterday. You and your dear son spent those few hours with me. We chatted, we laughed, we teased and we talked.
You shared your struggles, yet still able to paint beautiful pictures of your dreams. Your faith and strength always a silent source of inspiration. Your generosity and selflessness I will always remember.
Little did I know that barely 3 months later, I will be walking slowly behind what remains of you. I sobbed quietly as I thought about all your dreams, the many gifts that left with you and the fierce love you had for your son.
You see, this mommy went home a bit too early. She was full of life, strong and had beautiful dreams for her tomorrow. She was a great teacher and would make complex things look so simple.
Her creativity was something to behold. Her head was always full of ideas. She would laugh out loud at certain times and let the tears flow freely at other times.
This mommy had a heart full of love. She also gave lots of it too. She hugged a lot and used lots of loving words. She would always say to me, “Sweetheart, how are you today?
She adored her son and was very protective of him. I watched her carry him. I joined my faith with her that night, as she laboured to bring him forth. I recall the joy in her voice as we spoke after she had held her son in her arms.
She held him close. She cuddled him. She carried him along as she pursued her dreams. He must have felt the fierce strength and determination in his mother’s heart. She was a fighter and not one who gave up easily.
She worked hard for a better life and believed in her future. This mommy could move mountains and climb up valleys. I had seen her fight. But Alas! She chose to go home too early.
It will be 6 years ago soon that you went home to join your heavenly father. You never said goodbye. I only remember your words, ‘I’m fine’ from our last conversation. I think of your son and how he is doing. He will be 7 soon and I hope he gets to know how amazing you are.
This mommy went home a bit too early. I wish she stayed a little longer. Many more memories to fill up her son’s heart. Many more ideas born. Many more gifts to bless the world.
I only pray that your son becomes all that you wished and prayed for, even much more. I pray that he finds his voice and place in this crazy world. I pray that his gifts will find full expression in his lifetime. I pray that your many prayers said and seeds sown will yield bountiful fruits in his life. I pray that he grows up to love God and others just like you loved selflessly.
And just like my dear friend, many mommies went home a bit too early. Their songs became faint and their children left with only memories. They took off too early leaving us with only words and portraits of their goodness.
Some fought hard, some grew too weak, others simply gave up while a few knew it was time to say goodbye. Some had lived, some had taught and others had created memories that will last their children for a lifetime.
And for those of us that are still here, we have this time and this moment to share, to bond, to love and to create memories with our children. And as we do, let us remember to say a prayer for those kids whose mommies went home a bit too early. I believe they are in a better place and God is watching over their children.