A Part Of Me Died With The Death Of My Mother
I am a 42 year old female with a husband and 3 children. On Friday, 6/28/13, my father was suddenly rushed to the hospital for throwing up huge amounts of blood. From there, my family received 1 piece of bad news after another. Both my parents lived in GA. I live in OH, but went to GA to be with my father, pray for healing, help my mother because she could barely walk-used a wheelchair and my father did many things for her, and support my mother in the spirit. I spent so much time going to the hospital every day with my mother. Until I was about 11 yrs old, I never went any where without my mother. I had asked my parents so many times to move back to OH, not telling them how much I needed them spiritually. A month later on Friday, 7/26/13, my father died. Two weeks after my father's funeral, on Friday, 8/16/13, my mother was rushed to the hospital for a massive heart attack and passed away on Monday, 8/19/13. I made it to G A o 8/18/13 and spent as much time as I could with my mother. My mother was put in a medication induced coma, but I know she heard me talking to her. As soon as I told her I was there she tried to raise up several times, tried to open her eyes, and tried to lift up her left arm. The nurse explained they wanted her to rest and stay asleep so her body could heel. I told my mother she had to rest so her body could heel, but that I know she could hear me, and that I was not going anywhere. Now that she has gone to be with the Lord, I feel like apart of me died with her, a part of my will to live died, and I look forward to the day when I can be with my mother and father again. Even though I know that the love I shared with my parents never dies, it is just so hard to live my life without them physically being here. I know it is going to take time for me to work and grow through my grief with the strength of the Lord. I seen so many miracles happen through this spiritual journey! I know that I am so much stronger in my faith in the Lord because of the miracles that I was a witness to. Still, my longing to be with my parents, my missing them, and my sadness remains. It is better than when they first died, but it is still there. I hoped me sharing my testimony has been beneficial to someone in knowing they are not alone. Someone else can understand your loss, grief, and sadness. I know just writing about it has helped me!