Monday, July 15, 2013
Lately in the evenings, I find myself missing my mother and my grandmother. My mother died at the age of 47 after a prolonged illness in January of 1968. My grandmother died at the age of 90 in the year of 1985 shortly after grandparents day of pneumonia. I think it is because in the evening, when things are getting quiet, it is similar to when I would be at home as a growing child and teenager and would enjoy their company. We were not a family that spent hours in front of the TV. We enjoyed quiet. Sometimes my mother would read to me, even after I could read. The most interesting was when she had subscribed to a comic book in Spanish. She would read what it said to me and then translate. It helped me to learn Spanish when I did take it in high school.
We also talked about all sorts of things. A lot of what we talked about was human situations and how to behave in a Christian way. I learned that the Christian way was to be loving even when sometimes the other person wasn't very nice.
I am looking forward to being in Heaven with Jesus, and my loved ones. I am not in a hurry to go there, but since I have had 3 near-death experiences, I have had a taste of the LOVE of Jesus!