Two weeks

It has been almost two weeks since I received the phone call. It was late afternoon here in Scottsdale, January 18th. We were leaving soon to meet up for dinner with friends Phil and Donna, in town for a Mayo Convention. The day had been so special, as I'd been able to hang out with Donna all day! The phone rang, and the news I received was shocking.

Mom's good neighbors in Lincoln were calling me to tell me that my mom was no longer alive. When mom's friends, a dear couple who would take her out for dinner and play cards almost every Friday night, did not get a response to their knocking they went next door to gain access to the home. Mom was found in her street clothes, sitting on the loveseat with her boots on, but unzipped.( the logical explaination is a massive heart attack related to shoveling.) She had laid her head on the pillow and had died with a peaceful look on her face. Yes, peaceful! Oh, what a blessing to die a non-violent death in your own home. I thank God for His mercy!

These last two weeks have been a blur. I am the named Trustee of both of the trusts, Mom and Dad each had their own. Therefore, I am in charge of seeing that arrangements and all necessary action be done in a timely, prudent, godly way. I take this role very seriously, and try to make all decisions as my Mom and Dad have taught me so faithfully. The list of decisions goes on and on, and is still by no means over. The point I'm trying to make is that my mind has been so caught up in the business end of their lives I've not slowed down enough to shed tears. Until just now.

I opened my 3 girls' blogs: Ingrid, Sarah, and Beth. As I read the tributes Ingrid and Sarah made to Grandma, complete with pictures, the tears started to fall. I cried and am now crying as I type. And then when I read Beth's little New Year's blog I also cried, tears of joy in the dear grandchildren/great-grandchildren of my folks and how life continues and is new and exciting to the living! Praise God for those dear bloggers, their words, and their pictures. It feels good to cry. It was time.

And am I crying for my mom...HECK NO! She's having the time of her life..eternal life that is. She is where she longed to be, dancing with Jesus! Probably with her BOOTS on!

ps. you can access all 3 blogs if you go from mine to Ingrid. Then Ingrid will have Sarah and Beth on hers as links. I don't know how to add Sarah to my links...Ingrid did that for me. Sorry, but I know you can figure it out!