I’m not going to lie, this is a tough week. October 13th is my Mom’s birthday. She went home to be with her King on March 5th. Anyone that has lost a parent probably understands the weight of Wednesday. While time heals wounds and broken hearts, it cannot replace the times when a guy just needs to talk to his Mom. There are days when I literally reach for the phone and remember it’s a call I can no longer make. There are events with the kids that I know would make her smile but I can no longer share that news. The moments aren’t often but they are heavy when they come.
While there are a million songs that bring her to mind and a million lyrics that remind me of her, the one below gets me every time. I don’t know a lot about Heaven. I think we like to say that those that pass are “looking down on us”, but I don’t believe that is true. I actually like to believe that my Mom is rejoicing, praising and worshiping her King. I like to believe one day I’ll be there rejoicing with her as well. As I reflect on her life, her legacy and everything she taught me, the lyric below seems to capture it best:
I wanna live my life Just like you did
Make the most of my time Just like you did
And I want to make my home up in the sky Just like you did
Oh, but until I get there…
Until I get there…
I miss ya lady. Save a place for me…..