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Grieving the Loss of a Parent

If you would have told me 10 days ago, my Mother would no longer be with us. I would have not believed you. I know we are never promised tomorrow, but I had just spoken to her 3 days prior to her death.

My mother lived a long life and a daily battle with Type 1 Juevenile Diabetes. She was diagnosed at the age of 8, and lived until 2 days before her 74th birthday. She survived 2 heart attacks in her later years, and many, many low and high blood sugar days. We knew that her body would give out at some point, but I do not think we were prepared for the suddeness of it.

My Mother- Charlotte

She was born in Boston, MA in 1945 and had 1 sister who preceeded her in death a few years ago. She lived in Marlborough with my Grandparents until she married my father. She was the mother of 3 children, my brother Alan, myself, and my sister Kristen. We lived in Massachusettes until I was 5 and then moved to Ft. Myers, FL, and my mother lived there until all of my siblings and I moved out and began our own lives.

My parents divorced after I graduated high school, and my mother lived on her own and was a very independant lady. So much sometimes, to a fault and would not take help from many people. She struggled for many years with her health, and I remember several times low blood sugar would take over and make her very sick. After her second heart attack, she realized that she was blessed to have lived as long as she did and decided to donate her body to the “university” upon her death. She felt that since she lived so long with T1D, maybe seeing what her body had been through over the years, it could help reasearchers/medical students get closer to a cure.

She was a spunky, woman. Her friends from church said she had a great sense of humor and always cracking jokes. Now as her child, we did not always see that side of her, and took some things she said to heart and I’ll be honest it hurt! I loved my mother but sometimes, i feel as our parents get older those filters just don’t show up in conversation as they did when we were younger. But I know deep down she meant well.

My mother was definately one person that knew EXACTLY where her eternal home was going to be. She loved Jesus and prayed for our family and friends constantly. The last time I spoke with her, the last thing she said to me was, Just Pray!!

Her Heavenly Home

My mother did not show up to an event at Church Thursday, April 11th, 2019. So her friends began to worry, an offficer was called to her apartment and they found her. We are not sure what exactly happened, and we will never really know. Since she was being donated for research, she made this request known for many of the past years, they will send her ashes along to us in a few weeks.

I do know this…I have a vision of Jesus coming in to apartment to walk her to heaven, hand in hand. She is with her heavenly Father and at peace, no more tears, no more pain, no more sickness. She is worshipping with splendor and amazmement that we will not see till we are called home as well.

She celebrated her Birthday in Heaven and will celebrate her 1st Easter in heaven this week. Oh what a glorious day that will be!!

Praying through it all

If you have been following me for awhile, you know my Faith is who I am. I know where my Mom is and totally believe I will see her again on those streets of gold. But, my mind and body have been in overdrive over the last week and just a day ago, I really had a hard time coping with this loss.They say losing a parent is different, and I totally get what that feels like now. It is different than an uncle or grandparent, it just is and I can’t quite explain it. I am sad, weepy and think, gosh I just can’t pick up the phone and call her. So, I pray!! I pray alot! It is comforting and I have a wonderful small group of ladies from my church that I can bounce thoughts off of.

Just this week in small group one of my ladies said she read, when you are stressed, sad or needing something for the Lord to take from you….place your palms up. Hands open and palms up! This was so profound to us, this is the resting pose of recieving and it makes beautiful sense to me.

SO, I made a graphic. You can pin it, share it or shoot me an email and I will send you the download.

hashtag and image of hands with palms facing up and text of Pray through it all.

Don’t you just LOVE IT!!

Thank you for letting me share my story, I hope to look back a year from now and not be so sad. This has helped process what I am going through at the moment!


– Blessings!!