My mother was a wonderful lady who had to endure so much loss and pain in her life. She was sister to seven others and lost five of them in her lifetime to tragic accidents or terminal disease. Her father suffered terrible strokes. Her mother wore out and gave up life at 76. Her husband died at 61 of cancer. He hung on for two years of chemotherapy and unbearable pain. She married again and had to endure the death of that husband as well. She always maintained a positive attitude in all her circumstances and was a great role model for my sister and I. When she finally faced her last hours, she was ready to die, but she still clung to it until the very end. I still miss her every day.
I wonder what my mom would say if she could see our world today.
She wouldn’t fret or cry or sweat. She’d say, “Some things you must forget.
The world will always be this way. Tomorrow is another day.”
She’d talk of days of long ago and how they were the same, you know.
She’d say, “It’s best to look ahead instead of crying for the dead.
We still are living, breathing souls – we must go on amidst all foes.
Our Savior will protect us!”