Going to bed is easy because I’m exhausted. Waking up is so, so hard…
…but God still IS. He’s present. He’s near. He’s somehow making sure we remember to breathe. He’s our hope and our source in this moment. He’s got you in His care. He’s the way that we get to see you again.
I keep replaying some of the last things you said to us.
“I’m not gonna give up.” You didn’t.
“I love you always.” You did and I know you do still.
“I’m ready to go home.” You were.
“Why are y’all crying? I’m not going anywhere.” I won’t believe you’re a liar now.
I can’t pretend to feel you with me all day, but when I go inside your room or your closet, I smell you. You always smelled so good. I feel you then. I don’t think we’ll ever want to wash the sheets, but you’d call us nasty and fuss, so we will eventually.
Breathe easy, Mama. ❤️