"You were the very best mom!', I whisphered.
"I needed to hear that," she replied in her soft German accent.
It was the middle of the night and I was sitting on the side of her bed. At the time I probably didn't realize just how much Mom needed to hear those words. The next day she left us for Eternity.
I makes me angy now to think of how the devil torments our thoughts with feelings of doubt and worthlessness, even in our darkest and weakest moments. Or perhaps especially in our darkest and weakest moments. That's just how hateful Satan is. But Gods love overcame the hate that night. Just me, Mom and Jesus in the dark night, praying, smiling, embracing and encouraging. Led by the Holy Spirit into a sweetness not of this world. Only God can take the fleeting hours before impending death and make them a treasured memory. And only God gives us the promise of an estatic reunion one day.
I love you you, Mom, and I miss you still. But it's never been 'Goodbye,' but rather, 'See you later!'