I went to her gravesite today, and was struck by the fact that it was empty. Somehow that just didn't seem right, so I went and bought a candle and roses to put at her grave. Don't know how the fire marshal will feel about me leaving an open flame burning out there, but I wanted to shine a light for her. She placed a permanant light in my heart and in all those that knew her. She wasn't perfect by human standards, but she had an overwhelming love for Christ, and also for her family. I miss her with a desperation that feels like an open wound. But I wouldn't bring her back to this old world of pain for any price.
God bless you mom. I'll be following along soon enough, but I'm not done yet.