{"id":16108,"date":"2017-05-14T08:16:38","date_gmt":"2017-05-14T12:16:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sendoutyourroots.com\/?p=16108"},"modified":"2021-10-13T13:30:49","modified_gmt":"2021-10-13T17:30:49","slug":"hi-mom-i-miss-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sendoutyourroots.com\/hi-mom-i-miss-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Hi Mom, I Miss You!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My Sweet Mom, Mary<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Today is Mother\u2019s Day.\u00a0 Like many of you, my Mom has passed on and I miss her.\u00a0 Have you ever wished you would have done or said some things differently with regards to your Mom?\u00a0 I would like to relate a story that I have been thinking about recently.<\/p>\n

Mine was a happy childhood.\u00a0 I lived in a home with loving parents and siblings.\u00a0 Mom was a stay-at-home mother.\u00a0 Mom and Dad decided that her being at home to raise us was more important than having lots of nice things. I am so grateful for that!<\/p>\n

The biggest disaster we faced as a family was when my parents were involved in a severe car accident in 1963, when I was eight years old. \u00a0Dad and Mom when to dinner with some friends one night. \u00a0On their way home a front tire blew out on Dad’s car as he was making a 90 degree turn on a road.\u00a0 He lost control and hit a concrete bridge.\u00a0 Mom was thrown through the windshield, Dad was hit in the back of his head with a can of paint he had in the back of his station wagon. \u00a0He suffered a concussion and broken arm.\u00a0 There was a couple with them.\u00a0 One was practically unhurt and the other was hospitalized for several weeks due to his injuries.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll never forget looking in a bag my grandparents brought home from the hospital the following morning. \u00a0I was so scared when I saw the blood-soaked clothing of my Mom\u2019s. \u00a0She lost a lot of blood! \u00a0The day after the accident, my Grandfather took me to Dad\u2019s car to get tools and belongings out of it.\u00a0 I will never forget that scene.\u00a0 There was blood and white paint everywhere.\u00a0 My Mom\u2019s side was the worse.\u00a0 The windshield was covered with her blood and hair as she was thrown through the windshield and came back through it in return to her seat.\u00a0 The tools and belongings we brought home that day were covered with blood and white paint.\u00a0 (Back in those days, seatbelt’s and safely glass were not standard equipment on vehicles.)<\/p>\n

It was over a week before we saw my parents.\u00a0 They were hospitalized and Mom needed extensive surgery to reconstruct her face.\u00a0 Her lower lip was practically torn off! \u00a0My grandparents tried to prepare us for their home-coming.\u00a0 I was eager and scared at the same time for I didn\u2019t know what to expect.\u00a0 I just remember all that blood!\u00a0 When they arrived, it was a devastating moment for all of us. \u00a0Dad was in a cast and the back of his head was stitched up from the paint can hitting his it and exploding.\u00a0 However, my Mother\u2019s face was filled with scars and red iodine where they stitched her face back together.\u00a0 I remember running to hug Dad, but was afraid to approach Mom because of the way she looked. \u00a0 That \u00a0hurt her so much.\u00a0 I will never forget her pained look and tears for as long as I live.\u00a0 As I look back in reflection I believe that she suffered more from that moment than from the accident itself.<\/p>\n

Over time Mom healed very nicely.\u00a0 Nothing could rob her of her beauty.\u00a0 However, I don\u2019t believe she knew that.\u00a0 She spent rest her life covering up those faint scars and as I write this, my heart is sad that I never told her how beautiful she was. \u00a0She needed to hear that. \u00a0I wish I would have said, \u201cMom, you are so beautiful!\u201d\u00a0 I wish I would have ran and hugged her when she came home that day.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh Mom, I am so sorry that I didn\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n

I was the first one in my family to receive the Lord Jesus. \u00a0I was 17 years old. \u00a0After receiving the Lord, I shared with Dad and Mom and they were not convinced they needed what I had.\u00a0 I\u2019ll never forget after a refusal to hear what I had to say, I went out in the backyard, looked up at the stars, and cried out to God for their salvation.\u00a0 Many years passed, but the Lord was faithful.\u00a0 They both were saved and I was privileged to baptize them in a pond at their home in the later years of their lives.<\/p>\n

One day I were told that Mom had lung cancer and needed surgery. \u00a0She went through surgery and everything seemed fine\u2026for a while.\u00a0\u00a0 Later the doctors discovered that the cancer spread to both kidneys.\u00a0 The doctors said that there was nothing they could really do at that point.\u00a0 Mom decided to not try anything else.\u00a0 She just asked to be kept comfortable as the disease progressed. \u00a0\u00a0I was with her when the doctor gave her the news and was inwardly heartbroken that Mom had to get this news. \u00a0I was shocked and numb at the same time. \u00a0All I \u00a0could do, with the rest of my family, was to remain upbeat and just love her.<\/p>\n

On Thanksgiving that year, Sandy and I visited Mom and Dad and it was then that I decided to say with her until her departure.\u00a0 She needed me and I needed to be with her.\u00a0 I stayed with her night and day.\u00a0 I remember sleeping on the living room floor with a baby monitor listening to her breathing and always ready to go to here aide if she needed me.\u00a0 I was her \u201cpain-controller.\u201d\u00a0 I administered her pain medication to keep her comfortable.\u00a0\u00a0 My eldest sister later joined me to care for her intimate needs.<\/p>\n

Mom lived through her birthday on January 27th and passed at 3:00AM the next morning.\u00a0 She passed into eternity while I was reading Psalms to her.\u00a0 Why do I tell you these two stories about my Mom? \u00a0One was something I regret the other was something I did right. \u00a0I regret not running to Mom that day and hugging her. \u00a0I feel great honor that I was with her when she passed away. \u00a0It was one of my most memorable moments with Mom.\u00a0 She with me as I grew in her womb.\u00a0 She suffered the pain of my birth.\u00a0 She served me day and night until I married.\u00a0 She worried about me all time, as she did my siblings.\u00a0 I wanted to be there for her when she needed me most.\u00a0 And by God\u2019s grace I could serve her, full-time, for the last 7 plus weeks of her life.\u00a0 I am so blessed to have had the opportunity and honor.\u00a0 She was there when I came into this world and I was there when she left.<\/p>\n

I miss my Mom.\u00a0 I miss her looks, her voice, her phone calls, her cooking, her touch, her love.\u00a0 If your Mom is still alive, go to her.\u00a0 Call her.\u00a0 Spend time with her.\u00a0 She is worthy of your love and attention.\u00a0 I just wish I could go see Mom today.\u00a0 I\u2019d take her some flowers, give her a great big hug, and tell her one more time, \u201cMom, I love you, you are so beautiful!\u201d<\/p>\n

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