June 1, 2012


My mom died. Suddenly and unexpectedly.  No warnings or goodbyes.

I am 33 years old.  You were just 61.

I choke up when I mention you and Finnian sweetly and confidently proclaims that you are “sleeping”.  I can’t bring myself to speak of you in the past tense.

In the midst of the pain I am comforted by knowing that God’s timing is perfect, despite how inconvenient it is for me.

I miss you terribly, mom.