Sally

I learned shortly after writing my previous post that my mom's friend in the mirror has a name - Sally. We have no idea where this came from, except that my mom had a childhood friend by the same name. She is spending mor and more time with Sally in the dining room mirror. My mom even told my sweet dad he could visit her in the dining room anytime he wanted. Naturally, my dad had a clever idea like asking my mom if she would mind if he took Sally on a date sometime. At least we still have our sense of humor!

To be honest, I thought the grieving would be easier once we passed the stage where she was so confused, crying all the time, wanting to die, not wanting to die, being scared, feeling bad she was making my dad take care of her. But, selfishly, it isn't. You begin to realize how quickly their time has gone. You wonder why you weren't allowed just one more "good" year. You wonder how they wake up every morning with just a little more gone. You wonder how much longer she will recognize your face.

It is when I ask myself those questions that I find such comfort in Psalm 139:13-16. Take a minute to read it, I hope it touches you too.

"All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." -Psalm 139:16


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