I am an orphan! That’s kind of a tough thought to incorporate into my being, especially within a month of turning 60. It’s like life is already getting short. Just when it was getting fun.
I am an orphan because on February 27 my Mom joined my Dad in death. Having followed Jesus as His disciples, they passed on to us the hope that they would also follow Jesus in his resurrection. But we are sad they are gone, devastated by the way bodies wear out and finally quit on us. Beyond just looking forward to eventual resurrection, we also want to live like they did. I cannot believe all the stories of how my mom inspired people to live close to God, to be creative, and to enjoy life. Even better are the stories of how she loved and prayed for people around her, all the time, and with great effect. I think I am only now becoming aware of the extent of the impact of her prayers. Her life goes on because in the lives of the rest of us, in life, her prayers and actions were a constant in our lives. That’s why I like this picture of her with Parker and Angela.