I've been thinking about Mom a lot. She went home to her father and mother and sisters and brother on December 15, 2001. I tell a lot of stories about Mom. They're supposed to show about love and acceptance and growth, but I wondered this morning if Mom minds being known as someone who had mental illness and who lived for many years on the street. I know she's with God but I've prayed that she be happy and that she know how much we love her and cherish her. I like to think that she is holding lots of kitties in her arms and loving them because that's what she loved to do here. She loved the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. She wept at her grandson's baptism. She wept over having made lots of mistakes in her life. I pray that she know that we don't hold anything against her and would give anything just to be sure that she is healthy and happy and knows of our devotion to her.
Father, the next time you see Mom, would you just please scoop her up in Your arms and give her the biggest hug, and tell her that her kids love her? And that Val and Teresa miss her more than anyone could ever know? And just give her this message -- Mom, I love you 38 million times.
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