This video makes my heart smile wide, brings tears of joy in having been blessed to call Maria Angela my mom and makes me miss her and everything about her all the more.
Some may think that after close to 20 years of her being in heaven the loss may not cut so deep. But anyone who as lost someone they love will tell you, grief come in many stages and the loss never ever ever goes away. Over time it may ebb and flow in its course and at other times, in an instant the loss can feel as fresh as if it just happened.
Perhaps its because our hearts remember, and the memory of those we love are etched into our souls and will never be far from our thoughts. They are and forever will be a part of the fabric of our lives and thier fragrance lingers and at times may be stronger than others. As time marches on, circumstances change, things happen and events come and go different layers of grief and acceptance arrive, and mourning, remembrance and loss are sometimes peeled back and another layer is exposed.
I am so grateful for the grace of my faith. It gives me the assurance that I will be reunited with those I love, that they are cradled in the arms of the Lord and at peace. And it is through the eyes of faith I have found and continue to find hope, joy, peace and comfort.
It is my human condition that sometimes misses her like it was yesterday and longs once again to hear the sound of her voice and her laugh. I miss her words of sage wisdom, experience and encouragement. My mom was as authentic, real and as down to earth as it gets, she could cut through all the "stuff" and get right to heart of any situation. Her advise was gold, without judgement, condition and always loving and life-giving. And I miss her stories and expressive gestures told in her broken english with her little italian accent. She was so funny in her way, and I don't think she ever intended to be, she just knew how to make you smile.
Most of all I miss hearing her say in her italian accent "I love you my baby" and "you my baby". No doubt about it, I was her baby coming along when she and my dad thought they were done having children. That is until I was born when their youngest of three, my sister Anna was 13 and at the age of 40 my mom gave birth to me, her change of life baby and their unexpected surprise.
It was a blessing to come along so late. My parents were older and more or less retired when I was growing up I had the blessing of time with them. And the blessing of older and established siblings.
Memories.....they are priceless!
This video brought a great big smile of love to my heart.
She is too adorable for words and how thankful I am to the Lord for giving me the gift of this amazing woman for my mother.
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