Mother's Day Remembrances

Mother's Day Cards from thoughtful family and friends on my first Mother's Day since my son passed away. The Mother and son Willow Tree figurine is from my friend, Sue who also lost a son 7 years ago.

Reflections on another in a series of "Firsts"

The new RV

     Yesterday was yet another in a series of "firsts", since my only child passed away in December, leaving a void in my life as wide as the sky and as deep as the ocean. 
     Not only was it Mother's Day, but it also would have been my son's 25th birthday and to be honest, I was not looking forward to it! Since I didn't know how I would get through the day, without feelings of deep sadness and extreme sorrow. I debated about how I wanted to spend the day, but I knew in my heart that no matter what I did, it would be a difficult day.          
     I did my best to be open and honest with my friends asking for their prayers that God's sustaining grace would be very evident to me as it had been during the days immediately following my son's death. 
     My husband and I recently purchased a new RV and we have been preparing it for a road trip to visit my half sister in Tulsa in mid May, so we eventually decided to take the RV for a "dry run" and we located a camping site 60 miles south of the Twin Cities. 
     Saturday was sunny and warm and there was a biking/walking trail nearby. After a walk, we grilled and ate our evening meal outdoors on the picnic table where the thought occurred to me that Cullen, like me was always so happy when we were spending time outdoors. We always said that we would live outdoors 24/7 if we could. Thinking that Heaven must be like that - being outdoors all the time with perfect climate control! I also am quite hopeful that there is a heated swimming pool where we can swim to our hearts content because that was another one of our favorite activities.  
     Sunday morning, when I awoke the sun was shining, but I l could see dark clouds on the horizon and it wasn't long before I began to hear the raindrops on the roof. I imagined the raindrops to be teardrops from heaven for all the mothers in the world who have either lost a child or who are childless - God sharing in our suffering if you will. 
     What a personal God we serve!