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| Words unspoken, thoughts forgotten, dreams shattered. Life is not the same as it was before. Words that went unspoken shall now be heard. Thoughts that were forgotten will be remembered. Dreams that had been shattered will be rebuilt. |
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| Listening and waiting for my Mother to die was almost more than I could handle. I didn't want her to die and I certainly didn't want to wait for her to die. I remembered in reading in some of the brochures that Hospice gave to us that a persons hearing is the last thing to go. She was laying there moaning and as I watched her I could stand it no more. I began playing an instrumental tape for her and mom seemed to calm down, yet she couldn't seem to to stop moaning. I think she was scared. I told her that everything would be okay, most importantly I told her that I would be okay. After I played that tape I began to play a worship tape and I began to singing to her. Soon the only thing that you could hear in that room was the sound of my voice as I slowly and softly sang the words to her. The last song that I sang to her was "Think About His Love." |
| Think about His love. Think about His goodness. Think about His grace, that's brought us through. For as high as the heavens above, so great is the measure of our Father's love. Great is the measure of our Father's love. |
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| They say that time heals all wounds. But how does a daughter let go, not knowing where to start, because her whole world was destroyed. I dont know where my journey will take me. I know it will be long and hard. I know there will be times when I just want to run away. There will be times where I will only live day to day. The main thing is...I will live and with God's grace upon me I will grow in his love and become the woman that he has set out for me to be. I hope you will follow in my journey. |
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