by What's My Part? on August 13, 2013

James 4:14

012Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.

I can’t count the times I’ve heard, Life is short. Everyday, we’re nudged with the reminder of how fast time flies. We watch our children grow. We see new wrinkles appear. We feel the crunch of the clock as we go throughout our day. But for me, the biggest smack in the face I’ve experienced, was the loss of my mom.

We plan on years to come, but that’s not always the case. We put off things until tomorrow, but sometimes we find that tomorrow doesn’t come. Life is short. Time does fly. And before we know it, another day is gone, and for some, another season of life begins.

This season of life for me has been a hard one to bear. Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of my mom, and as those memories come and go, so does the grief of not having her here. Memories our bittersweet. They are a capture of time that you tuck away in your mind and hold close in your heart.

When I pour a cup of hazelnut coffee, I think of my mom. When I apply mascara to my eyelashes, I hear her complain about her thin blonde ones, and as I threw away 15 tubes of tried┬ámascaras, I had to laugh and cry. As I bake cookies with my daughter, I think of the many times I spent with my mom in the kitchen, and when I fold laundry, I think of how odd it was that my mother enjoyed folding clothes. Every time I see something red or I see a cute little snowman, I think of her. I hear her say numerous things throughout the day, and I can’t describe how badly I miss her love and encouragement and just the comfort of having her here.

I’ve heard people say that with time, the hurt lessens. I hope that is so, but I also hope that the memories stay close by. I often get in a hurry and forget to take time out to make lasting memories with the ones I love. However, I pray that God will constantly remind me of how important building memories can be. One day, like the verse says, we will vanish, but by God’s grace, we get to leave memories with those we love.

(P.S. ┬áThis is the first post I’ve written since my mom’s passing, and as she was my spelling and grammar checker, you may find a few mistakes. So I ask you to take it easy on me and please look past any faults.)

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Sandy Douthitt August 13, 2013

Your poetry is beautiful. Thank you for expressing what I am feeling.


ttillis August 13, 2013

I love you wrote this… I also know how special your mom was … I think of her often, she has a lasting place in my heart. As I was reading this I could hear her voice. she is still with you and us…

I lost my brother 2 years ago… the pain lessens but for me not sure it ever goes away completely. But the memories I feel are the Lord’s way of letting us know they will always be with us….

love you Atwells dearly


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