It has been four weeks since our last post. These four weeks have been more difficult than any of us could have possible imagined. We left the hospital knowing the end was soon. My mom was given a time frame of a few days, maybe a few short weeks. She made it four weeks.
These weeks were a time of love, service and sacrifice. We each had the amazing opportunity to serve our mom, to give a little of our time to help her. My dad was amazing. Never was there a more amazing example of true love as my dad. He never left my moms side during this entire journey.
We spent the weeks crying, laughing and talking together. She held her grandchildren, sang them songs and read them stories. She organized drawers, ironed, did laundry and ate her favorite foods. She remained fiercely independent until the last week of her life. We were there every step of the way, listening to little life lessons. Things she wanted us to accomplish, expectaions for our future and the reasons we made her proud.
My mom was an amazing woman. She prepared us for life. She was never afraid of death. She had a unbelievable testimony of the plan of salvation. She was excited to see her mom and dad again. She loved life, her family and the gospel. And in the end that is all we take with us.
Now we are left with aching hearts that are constantly being healed one piece at a time by acts of service from each one of you. Every day a kind note, text or email. A fresh meal. Some baked goods. A hug. Each small and simple act, healing a little bit of our hearts. I don't think that words can adequately express our appreciation to each of you. Just know that we love you.
Irene's journey was quite unexpected. On January 2th 2014 she was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. On March 7th 2014 she returned to her heavenly father. Our lives will never be the same, we will forever have a piece of our heart missing. Until we meet again, we will always think of you with each sunset, football game and family dinner.
No comments:
Post a Comment