The last thing I said to my mom before she died was ‘…I’ll see you on the other side.’ We were leaving to give her a rest and some alone time with dad. The doctors had said one to four weeks and we were all hoping for four during the first few days, but my mom, efficient and practical even to the end, was gone in less than a week. (I’ve shown you everything else in life, now I will show you how to die she had said.) I hadn’t planned for that to be the last goodbye, but feel fortunate to have at least had one. And feel very fortunate knowing I will see her again someday.
“E’en for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief;
Death cannot long divide.
For is it not as though the rose that climbed my garden wall
Has blossomed on the other side?
Death does hide,
But not divide;
You are but on Christ’s other side!
You are with Christ, and Christ with me;
In Christ united still are we.”
– Streams in the Desert