One Year

Life is great. God is good! Can't complain about anything. My boys and I are in good health, and we continue to enjoy each other's company.

Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my special boys, hot tears still flush and sorrow still clutches my heart. I think of the days when she was here, when I had her to tell every detail of what happens with my Roo, when my dad still had that twinkle in his eyes. There are times it gets so hard to accept that she's gone that I have to shake myself to remember that. A part of me still want to believe she's just there at home. I still wish I can just pray and she will come back to life.

But like they say, this is life. We are here for a moment, then we're gone. That is precisely why I want to live each moment to the fullest. No telling when my time will come. Whenever that will be, I glory in the hope I have in Jesus--there's eternal life waiting for me at the end of this all. And there I will never have to say goodbye to any of my loved ones. No more parting there.

Oh what a day that will be!