The Worst Day

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5)

Six months ago was the worst day of my life. Came to work. Administrators and clerical staff sniffed out that something wasn’t right. Current and former principals prayed with me and sent me home. They told me that I needed to be with my family. I did. Had to call my sister to tell her to do the same. Being the woman that she was, my mom waited on her…literally stayed on machines until my sister parked her car.
That day was the last time I heard my mom’s voice. One of the last things she did was fuss over my dad. She was worried about him even when she knew her earthly end had come. That day…the worst day…lasted more than 24 hours as she transitioned. Her huge heart that held so much love would not give up even when her lungs had failed it.
Silver lining. Today is a better day than that day. I’ve already survived my worst nightmare. Someday, I’ll be stronger because of it. Maybe I already am.