Death Makes You Think

So many fallen soldiers I hear. I wonder is my time near. I'm older now. I think about "how." How will my life end? Will I be alone, driving, with my husband? Will they find me in the shower? Will they find me asleep? Will they fix me up before the paramedics come to take me away?

All the things we think of when we are alive, but once we're dead it doesn't matter I'll just be dead.

Think I'll just focus on living life like it was my last day, being careful to say my "I Love Yous" to family and friends, working toward getting my house in order. . . My Will, My Wishes.

Thank you, God, for your goodness and mercy while I am still living.

Today My Grief Let Up!

Congratulations! That is not for you, though, today maybe your day, but that "Congratulations" is to the part of me that felt like it was stuck in quick sand for the last 4 months.

I can see clearly. I Feel great. My heart springs forth in Joy. Haven't felt that in months. I'm not sad. I feel energetic. I feel driven.

God, thank you, for the promises of your word. My thoughts of my mother now are rejoicing. We all are dying daily. It is a part of life. I thought the pain would never go away.

I don't feel like crying. I don't feel anxious, or angry. I feel LOVE. She loved me and I loved her.

Rest In Peace, mother