Three years ago today, March 7th, was the worst day of my life. I woke up to my cell phone ringing at 7:00 am and the voice on the other end of the phone told me my mother had passed away in her sleep. We knew she had been ill, but she had been having a great week during the week leading up to her passing so her death came as a shock.
There are still days I get excited to tell her about something that happened and mindlessly reach for the phone to call her. I’m sure that will never change. Below is the poem I wrote and read at her celebration of life. I miss you mom.
You left us in the early hours,
so peacefully your spirit would roam.
Through a gentle wind and the rising sun,
the angels called you home.
A ladder was built for your journey to light,
each rung meant to make you content.
While bathed in the glowing light of rebirth,
you gracefully began your ascent.
Loving arms awaited you there,
curling you into their embrace.
Heaven welcomed an angel back home,
rejoicing her love and her grace.
You leave behind your spirit and joy,
in those who loved you each day.
While our days will be saddened by the emptiness we feel,
we know we will see you someday.
Jane Eleanore Nairn – May 21, 1940 – March 7, 2014
Such a beautiful tribute, Susan. I remember you writing about her death…it’s hard to believe it’s been 3 years. ❤
Thank you, Jill. It is hard to believe.
It’s amazing how the time flies but the memories last and heal and sting all at once. It doesn’t go away, most of just learn how to cope with the waves of sadness that come and go. Such a beautiful piece!
Thank you. 🙂 Some days are certainly better than others.