The last few months have been so very painful. I have wanted to begin posts about it, but I would start and couldn't finish.
We just buried my mom yesterday. It has ended a long and agonizing time period for her and for us.
She was diagnosed with dementia at the beginning of this year, and while taking the medicine for that issue, she developed severe stomach pains. After two long months of many, many doctor appointments, tests, and even ER visits, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
Shortly after that, her oncologist admitted her to the hospital so he could help bring her pain under control. Two days later she was taken to hospice where she passed away thirteen days later.
I don't really know what to write.
Our hearts are broken.
We miss her so very much.
Her passing has also reopened the wound that was beginning to heal from Dad's passing.
It feels really strange and oh so sad to be parentless on this earth.
Throughout all of the pain and suffering of the past few months, one thing is for sure.
We aren't alone. We are not orphans. We are loved. Loved beyond measure.
We have a father in Heaven who cares even when we can not see.
Walking by faith these last few months.
Not by sight.
That is what it was.
When Mom and all of us came to the end of ourselves during this time, we still held onto our Lord's strength.
And He got us through. He took Mom home and healed her completely. He loves her even more than we love her. He loves us just as much.