It has been one week since I sat at the bedside with my mom as she passed from this life to be with Jesus. Needless to say the last 7 days have been filled with various emotions. Anger. Sadness. Confusion. Loss. Hope.
My dad and I have felt an outpouring of love from friends and family. It has been amazing, although not surprising to see how many people loved my mom. She was loved and loved others well.
Speaking of my dad, he is my hero. I have never seen a man with such dedication, love and care for his wife as I did my dad this past few months. I want to be him when I grow up. My dad made sure to honor all of my mom’s wishes in her final days.
There is part of me that still think that she will be on the other end of the phone when I call my parent’s house. There are still questions I want to ask her, and when I am tired I can hear her tell me to go home and rest. I feel the sting of death and pain of missing someone in a way I have never felt before.
Hope however remains. Hope that as my mom took her last breathe her she was taking her first before The Lord Jesus Christ. As cancer seemed to have won the battle for my mom’s life she awoke to see how cancer had no shot to win. My mother’s hope was never in chemo or treatments, it was in Jesus. She believed that Jesus took her punishment on the cross so that her sins before God could be atoned for and she could be forgiven, she believed that Jesus was her Savior, Friend and King. By this I believe that my mom has been with our Savior for one week, and for the rest of eternity. I have said it before and will say it now, Cancer didn’t win, Jesus Won and through Him my Mom Won!
Life won. Jesus wins!