Fly To The Angels

"The LORD didn't die and rise again to make bad people good. He did it to make dead people live."

The one constant in this crazy world we live in is that nothing is constant. Try as we might to capture it all, nothing will stop the cruel march of time.

The last three weeks of my life have been a blur. A tumultuous journey of joy, pain, sorrow and loss. A journey that has transformed me in ways I cannot fully comprehend yet.

In the early hours of April 6th, amid the thunder and lightning of a spring storm, my mother answered the call, and left on wings sewn of a lifetime of love and compassion.

Many times before her death, she would tell us to celebrate her passing, as she's heading to a place where pain and suffering don't exist. Where the loons are always singing. And we do.

But I miss my mom.