I was going to name this piece “I’m just happy you’re here”
I had just got home from spending the day with my mother. That day was the last time we spoke to each other. She told me how happy she was that I was there with her and we held hands until she went to sleep.
My mind changed the day before her passing. I was praying on my way to see her and “God is An Artist” came to my mind. Her words kept playing in my head. I was kind of offended that she would think I would not be there. Then I realized that I wasn’t always there.
There was a time a few years back that she went to the hospital and it was very serious. I chose not to go because I wasn’t strong enough to see her like that. That choice haunted me for years. I hoped and prayed she knew how deeply I loved her.
I promised this time would not be the same. I started praising God for my second chance and am still so very thankful that I was able to be there with her on the frontline fighting with her until her very last breath.
God is an artist, and I believe everything is done by design. So, here’s a piece of my pain and a memory that I will never forget. RIP MA 💔 love you!
