10/30/2025
“I never asked to be strong, life demanded it.” Today is tuff for my sister and I.
I remember it as if it were yesterday. You and I had been texting all day about the restaurant. Around 8:30p, I was in Dallas, TX, when I received a call from my sister, her voice trembling with fear as she exclaimed, “They say Mom has passed out at the store and I’m headed up there. She isn’t breathing.” In that instant, God revealed to me that your time had come to join Jesus In eternity.
They FaceTimed me so I could see you on your deathbed, and I was faced with the reality I had dreaded—the sight of you, finally free from pain and earthly struggles.
Mom, the ache of your absence still lingers, yet I have discovered strength in my faith. Preparing to eulogize you felt like an insurmountable task. I can scarcely recall the words I spoke that day; if it weren’t for the video, those moments would be nothing but a blur.
I carry your Bible with me, studying from it diligently. It has been a profound joy to delve into the very pages that hold your insights and wisdom, guiding me through the study of Holy Writ. I am grateful that God has given me your fingerprints in spirit and love. I never asked to be strong, life demand it.
I made a promise to you: “I got it from here. I’m holding it down for your baby girl and your grandbabies.” Your love, your heart, and your teachings continue to resonate within me. Grief has elevated me to a deeper trust in God, reminding me that while you may be gone, your spirit continues to guide me every day. Thank you for everything, Mom. ⁺MPJ
