When it hurts there is LOVE

When LOVE hurts. Why does Love hurt? To desire to hang on yet know it is best to let go? Mom Your still so beautiful. Beautiful blue eyes, creamy milk soft hands, very warm smile, and the most beautiful white crown of glory!!!! It is amazing how we can laugh together, cry, and reminisce. We know with every breathe we are truly grateful. We so sincerely anticipate a wonderful reunion when you go home but it is so hard to know our time is limited.

The laughter of the Family, the quiet time of making it still a joy in the midst of our sorrow. The Lord promised, "blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." The only way that this happens is through Jesus Christ! Yes Jesus is the only way to appreciate LIFE fully. True peace only comes from a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. As we talk and walk down memory lane we reflect on the time of our LOVE. The additions recently to our family.

We celebrated two graduations, two weddings and now we sit together to draw upon one another and our loving strength.

Rose Color is complementary

The Rose Color that is complementary

Upon arriving to the home, the Astro mini van rolls gently into park. The heritage of the youth of her grandchildren meander up the walk way, the door slowly opens and the warmth of LOVE fills the air to match the soft fragrance from the candles aroma wafting along each room guiding us to her room, all to comfort our hearts. The question comes to my mind, will we get to see her gentle frame in peace? Yes. Satisfying at my gaze where she lays. My eyes slightly water. Her complexion is the most beautiful radiant pink. My legs feel like jello as my feet saunter slowly to the bed side. Her eyes slightly opened and her skin is as soft as the smoothest babies bottom. She is adorned in a wonderful rose color top. Upon seeing her my desire is to sit by her, touch her hand and lean over to let her know we’re here. The girls, my nephew and I made it to see her. My voice can’t seem to escape at first. Then it trikles to but a whisper … . my voice expresses to her, “Mom, it’s Ana-Lou, I am here, you look so BEAUITIFUL this morning. I LOVE YOU Oh by the way you are radiating in the rose pink top you are wearing.” Then with a smile slightly forming on her face her eyes slightly open one further and I get to see a gentle sliver of those wonderfully breath taking blues. (Side note) I LOVE EYES if that is being discovered for the first time while you are reading this blog.

I have loved her eyes since I first met her in the mid eighties. They are a brilliant cascade of blue like the open clear ocean rolling softly across the white sand on the “Blue Lagoon” in the Bahamas along Nassau. Every time I saw them I was captivated. I still am. Okay so my one wish left before she is perfectly healed is to see them fully one more time. To be captivated with the windows to her soul, like so many times before over the past quarter of a century of my life with her. However short it may be around her twenty five years, yet I know that even if that doesn’t happen then I will keep that forever in my heart.

Her hands, oh these precious hands, gently curled, She has taught me through many laughter spells how to make her corn dressing. Since the first time I shared Easter 1986 with her while she tenderly showed me “the ho to’s “ of her favorite recipes, laughing at me and designating my nickname that came just from her. The way she took care of me when I got sick in her home away from my home. Yes these hands are so warm to my history.

She is a rose. Fragile yet strong. Set and blossoming. Her life is like a the rose colored top and it is very complimentary of her life. Thanks Mom K. We LOVE YOU!!!!!!

rose color is scheme is complementing

Upon arriving to the home, the astro rolls gentle into park. The heretage of the youth of her grandchildren meander up the walk way, the door slowly opens and the warmth of LOVE fills the air to match the soft fragrance from the candles aroma wafting along to comfort our hearts. Will we get to see her gentle frame in peace? Yes. Her complexion is the most beautiful radiant pink. Her eyes slightly opened and her skin is as soft as the most smooth babies bottom. She is adorned in a wonderful rose color top. My desire is to sit by her, touch her hand and lean over to let her know we're here. The girls and I made it to see her. My voice can't seem to escape at first. Then it trickles but a whisper . . . my voice expresses to her, "Mom, it's A-Lou, I am here. You look so BEAUTIFUL this morning. I LOVE YOU. Oh by the way you are radiating in the rose pink top you are wearing." Then with a smile slightly forming on her face her eyes slightly slit open and I get to yes see a sliver one more time of those wonderfully breath taking blues. (side note) I LOVE EYES if that is being discovered for the first time while you are reading this blog.

I have loved her eyes since I first met her in the mid eighties. They are a brilliant cascade of blue like the open clear ocean rolling softly across the white sand on the "Blue Lagoon" I once visited in the Bahamas along Nassau. Every time I saw them I was captivated. I still am. Okay so my one wish left before she is perfectly healed is to see them fully one more time. To be captivated with the windows to her soul, like so many times before over the past quarter of a century

Mixed emotions

It finally hit me last night. How could a win/win actually be this emotional. The tears finally rolled down these Spanish cheeks, flooding these chestnut browns with emotions put on hold for way to long. Like a child who just wants to be tightly embraced and to never be released. It went by to fast, yes way to fast. I hunger for your embrace ABBA. We were just beginning to renew some things of the past. We laughed a lot this 2010 summer. We just watched her enjoy pizza and her favorite cookie. The treatment was progressed forward just last week. Yesterday seems like just a blur. Yes a blur, WE LOVE HER! We love EACH OTHER.

The tie? A godly woman who bore four beautiful children has been BLESSED and is being called home. Never take it for granted ~ I have cried many tears over the past seeing those whom I love loose their loved ones very close to them. It broke my heart to see them in mourning. I felt helpless but prayed unceasingly. Now my Lover is experiencing who knows what along with his dad, brothers, sister and aunt. My sister in LOVE and I cried together. I so desire to hug my other IN LOVES and just be there with them to mourn while celebrating with Mom K until she is home.

My mommy used to say something in Spanish meaning along the lines; blood is thick, it equals family! Praise the Lord for his grafting is more than 'thick'. It is DEEPER and the roots can never be separated. I do Love her like I love my mama-sita and wish that we had MORE to make memories with. May she dance and her EYES glow again as she walks with JESUS! Her bible is worn and filled with the LOVE of her desire to KNOW THE MASTER! Your children and grandchildren call you blessed MOM K. It is with mixed emotions that this is written, I hope that I may hold your warm hand just one more time and whisper in your ears and maybe just maybe get to see those Brilliantly Blue EYES one more time before you walk in Heaven with the one I LOVE so tenderly. PST, will you please tell Jordan Micah to great Mom K with a hello for me and give the warmest hug you always extended to us through Mom K's Arms, Abba? Thank You Jesus that your answering our prayers and healing her perfectly. Oh and Thank you for the numbered days you have given us to enjoy the blessing of being "family" on this side of Heaven. I can hardly wait to see them again, but until then THANK YOU.

The very tender clay in Your Grip,

Your daughter ~

soft & radiant blue

His eyes were moist and very gentle. In his voice I can hear his sorrow yet the wonderful Peace from Heaven. His breath is even. His eyes the most beautiful sparkle blue, so similar to the woman who bore him. His pigmentation resembles the DNA passed amazingly on to him from his parents. He square jaw, his hands, his smile and his cheeks cascade with the care of a gentle hand like the one who held him as a babe.

Now his strength held with tender compassion, along with his brothers and his sister sit by awaiting the gentle flutter of the soul, to open her eyes and know that her children are there beside her along with her life mate of forty three years. He has been strong. He longs to talk to her, they all do. Just to tease her in their fun loving way. To make her laugh one more time with them. Their mom, his lover, her sister all await to tell her it will be okay. Her last few study times with him was sitting and enjoying Job. He clings to that memory with her. Just like the night she ate her veggie pizza from Papa John's, a sip of ice water to top it off with the softest flavorful oatmeal risen cookie, which is her favorite, that tasted so good to her.

He possesses so many similarities of her. The stride. His hands. His stare. His passion to read. His soft glowing embers of light painted a crisp cool blue, just like hers. They all carry a piece of her with in them. They embrace her and call her "Mom."

We desire to come and sing "Happy Birthday" to her on Sunday 10 October. Her life is weaved into ours with joy.