{"id":44217,"date":"2011-04-11T05:04:49","date_gmt":"2011-04-11T10:04:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=44217"},"modified":"2016-04-08T05:12:26","modified_gmt":"2016-04-08T10:12:26","slug":"14781-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/14781-2\/","title":{"rendered":"I remember Momma 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mom<\/a><\/strong>I wrote in I Remember Momma<\/a> about how my mom died on April 8, 1996 of her first heart attack. \u00a0We didn\u2019t expect it, she\u2019d not been sick, so there was no time to worry beforehand. \u00a0My mom and I were very close and we spoke on the phone nearly every day. \u00a0I always thought that when she passed I would freak right out, but surprisingly I didn\u2019t. \u00a0In fact even now, 15 years later, it still feels as though she\u2019s just in the other room and that I can speak with her anytime I want to. \u00a0In the two days between her heart attack and passing \u2014 which we did not know was going to happen \u2014 \u00a0she was heavily medicated and could not speak, yet managed to open her eyes very wide once in order to look me in the eye and let me know she was still in there.\u00a0 I talked to her and I whisper-sang to her. \u00a0Her lips looked dry and I asked if she wanted Chapstick.\u00a0 She pursed her lips and I put the Chapstick on her. \u00a0It was the most holy moment I ever spent with her. \u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

She sent me a poem on my birthday April 10, 1995, that read:<\/p>\n

Daughter, you\u2019re an inspiration to me<\/u>
\nI wonder if you know just how much I admire you,
\nFor living every day exactly how you wanted to.
\nFor never limiting yourself to play one single part,
\nBut rather taking time to dream and listen to your heart.<\/p>\n

I admire how you see things with such depth and clarity \u2013
\nyou have so much direction at your age, compared to me.
\nAnd though I may not always understand your point of view,
\nI have so much respect and so much confidence in you.
\nFor facing every challenge as a chance to learn and grow \u2013
\nyour inner strength and wisdom run much deeper than you know.<\/p>\n

But should you ever need a little extra faith or care,
\nFrom someone who believes in you, just call and I\u2019ll be there.
\nFor no matter what you think or do, 0r whom you choo0se to be,
\nno one is a bigger fan or loves you more than me.
\n### end of poem<\/p>\n

Mom was the best inspiration a kid could have. \u00a0She supported me in everything I did and encouraged me to dream. \u00a0She told me anything was possible. \u00a0She told me I was born under a lucky star and I\u2019ve spent my whole life believing that and proving her right. \u00a0I love you, Momma, we\u2019ll meet again.<\/p>\n

A fave song of mom\u2019s was Mahalia Jackson\u2019s Soon I Will Be Done With The Troubles of the World<\/a><\/p>\n

Soon I will be done
\nWith the troubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nI\u2019m going home to live with God<\/p>\n

No more weepin\u2019 and wailin\u2019
\nNo more weepin\u2019 and wailin\u2019
\nNo more weepin\u2019 and wailin\u2019I’m going home to live my Lord<\/p>\n

Soon I will be done
\nWith the troubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world<\/p>\n

Soon I will be done
\nTroubles of the world
\nI\u2019m going home to live with my Lord<\/p>\n

I want to see my mother
\nI want to see my mother
\nI want to see my mother
\nI\u2019m going home to live with God
\nSoon I will be done<\/p>\n

With the troubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nTroubles of the world
\nSoon I will be done
\nTroubles of the world
\nI\u2019m going home to live with God<\/p>\n

RELATED \u00a0I remember Momma 2010<\/a>
\n\u00a0I remember Momma 2009<\/a>\u00a0(Poem: If you could see where I have gone)
\nA Friend and I Talk About Dying and Easy Transitions<\/a><\/p>\n

The End of Death As We Know it\u00a0 \u2013 What The Crossing Over Experience\u00a0<\/a>
\nWas Like, As Reported By Those Who Made The Transition<\/a><\/p>\n

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