Reba McEntire has a song, "If I Had Only Known". The lyrics goes like this....
If I had only known
It was the last walk in the rain
I'd keep you out for hours in the storm
I would hold your hand
Like a lifeline to my heart
Underneath the thunder we'd be warm
If I had only known
It was our last walk in the rain
If I had only known
I'd never hear your voice again
I'd memorize each thing you ever said
And on those lonely nights
I could think of them once more
Keep your words alive inside my head
If I had only known
I'd never hear your voice again
You were the treasure in my hand
You were the one who always stood beside me
So unaware I foolishly believed
That you would always be there
But then there came a day
And I turned my head and you slipped away
How fitting....... exactly one year today I spent my last day with my Mom. Looking back, we didn't do anything spectacular on March 7th 2009; but it is a treasured memory now just the same. Most days, I catch myself saying to myself, "I gotta call Mom!" only to realize that is not an option anymore. I miss having her around to talk to when I am mad, feeling blue, sick or happy. There are so many moments with the kids that my heart aches when they look at me and say, "I wish Grandma was here." I can only smile through my tears and tell them I wish she was still here too.
March 8th was when I lost Mom. I will never forget walking in to find her passed peacefully in her sleep. I can only hope that my passing when my time comes will be as gentle as hers appeared to be. The past year has been a hard one for me and my family. I have dreaded this anniversary for most of the year and still feel like I am torn apart.
I would like to thank my friends I have that have reached out and just been a shoulder to lean on, a smile, a kind word, or other thoughtful expression. Tomorrow I will be going to put flowers on Mom's grave and to sit beside her and reflect on the life of a wonderful mother and best friend. I will go out with friends of my Mom and Me and enjoy a lunch and hopefully some laughs. Deep down, I know my Mom wouldn't want me to grieve forever; but to live.
I received this last year from a friend about a month after my Mom's death. I think it is very fitting to share with all of you. May it provide comfort to those who have lost their Mom like I have or if you are still blessed with a Mom, may it help you appreciate her.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked and the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; And the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, For you are near, and no harm can come."
The morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, " A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, For my children have learned fortitude In the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength."
The next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. " The children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. That night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. Now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."
The children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." They stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence..."
Your Mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.
In Memory of Helen Marie Boyer (21 August 1927 - 8 March 2010): a beloved Mom, Grandma and most of all, my best friend.