This has been one of the worst months, and years, of my life.
I appreciate everyone's thoughts and prayers at this time.
My dear friends the McLain family honored my mom at their annual American Cancer Society Relay For Life. Thank you.
My stepfather wrote a love letter and put it in the newspaper.
Pray for him. He's lost without her.
(My memoriam will be published in a couple weeks.)
Easter Sunday started off with my car breaking down on the interstate. Someone picked me up and brought me home. I tried to make lunch. The pot caught on fire, burning me, and falling to the floor which also caught on fire. 911 called. Thank God it was out quickly. One of my biggest nightmares was for my MawMaw's house to burn. I'm sad, but more than anything, I am so grateful that it wasn't worse. A floor and a stove can be replaced. Lives and body parts can't. My eyes are a little fuzzy, but fine. My hands are healing like a champ. I am so lucky it wasn't worse. So lucky, so blessed, so thankful.
The painting was done impromptu after Mom's phone call. It's called A Thousand Tears, after a poem I wrote when I was a kid:
"Though I have cried a thousand tears,
I know they are not in vain
For my Savior and Lord is returning soon
To take away this pain."
She was in so much pain, she was screaming and crying. I will never be able to erase that from my mind. Freddy said she talked to God all night long every night until she became too ill to speak anymore. It happened fast. I'm devastated, but relieved that she's not suffering now.
I thought I could get through this, but I've wept for half an hour just trying to write the last ten sentences. This is the best I can do. Talk to you soon.