My friend’s mom passed away Sunday morning. I could not have been more shocked or sad. No one is sure yet why she died, which I think makes it even harder to deal with and accept. She was so young, and so alive. She was one of those woman that you want to be like when you grow up… fun, cool, kind, loving. Her daughters called her Mommy Honey. She really was that sweet. The last time I saw her was at the blessing of her brand new little granddaughter Presley just before she died. I’m sure Presley would have known her as Grandma Honey.
I can’t imagine how people face moments like this without the knowledge of the gospel. If this was it, if she were just taken from us, forever, with no explanations or promise or hope it would be devestating. Even knowing we will see her again it’s still heartbreaking to lose her. I can’t wait to see her again.
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People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
Marcel Proust
Death is not putting out the light. It is extinguishing the lamp because the dawn has come.
Rabindranath Tagore
a flash of delight 