I lost my mother in 1994. She had had a massive heart attack and three subsequent strokes. Telling her it was okay to let go if that was what was best for her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. My husband and I had planned to re-decorate our son’s old room and make it nice for my mom. I would take care of her. That was the plan after the first stroke. But God had other plans.
My mother and I had not been close for years. Her temper and my lack of understanding kept us off balance with each other. But after my dad died in 1991, my mom began to mellow out. She wasn’t stressed anymore with the care of my dad and trying to keep a job too. She was more relaxed. She missed him, and often cried herself to sleep at night. My family would go to Mom’s house every Friday evening for root beer floats and old movies on TV. I found peace with my mother at last.