Eight months....

Eight months since Lynda went to heaven and each day seems to have so many more hours than 24 when it comes to missing her.  Eight months literally feels like years.  I don't care what the circumstances or what age your child is when she dies...a mother is never ready to say good-bye even knowing that we'll be together again one day.  In my mind I know that she is perfect and whole...enjoying her new life in ways I cannot even imagine.  I am her mother and I should be there with her and I am their mother and although they are grown I should be here for them, too.  So until we are all there together, I will continue to be missing one of my children and it isn't a natural feeling.  It's a feeling that we gradually grow into but one that never really fits.

I am reminded of what Paul said in 2 Corinthians 5:8..."We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord."  That's what we're all longing for and Lynda is the first to accomplish this magnificent transformation.  Eight months later I continue to praise God for Lynda and my mother's heart continues to miss her.