Half a Year

Six months ago, something inside of me seemed to have stopped when my Mom died. I got the news via the phone... my sister (who was at the other end of the line) said Mom passed out & could not be revived... that she wasn't breathing... I kept asking her if that was true... I  just could not wrap my mind around the idea that my mom, the woman who never seem to get tired or sick, the one who hardly complains, or seem to even think of herself... that woman --superwoman-- is dead & gone! Oh no! The world is in big trouble--who is going to take her place? Who is going to protect us from people who want to take advantage of us? Who is going to help us stay on track? Who is going to laugh at my jokes? Who is going to be my number one encourager? I guess, it's time to pick up the slack & continue what she started... but I don't think I'm ready just yet... I wish Mom was here... (Mom, I miss you, I don't know what to do. I wish I had a clue on how not to stay so blue. I wish I knew much much more about you...)

Now Is Not Forever

Now is but a breath,
Now is but a vapor,
For when we see him face-to-face,
All these pain will be nothing major!