November 20, 2010
Faith
November 20, 2010
Mom ' s funeral was today. It was beautiful just as she had planned it. So many people came to honor her and pay their respects. She was loved by everyone who knew her.
Just before we left the house to go to the service Dad stopped me. He put something in my hand. " Diane, your mom wanted you to have this today," he said. It was a ring I ' d never seen before, a simple band with a setting of two, beautiful, fiery opals. " I gave it to her when you were born. There’ s one opal for your mother, and one for you " he said. " They’ re such beautiful stones, just like the two of you. Your mom loved this ring, but didn ' t want to wear it very often for fear something would happen to it. Last month she gave me specific instructions to give it to you on this day. I think she thought it would bring you comfort."
The house is quiet now. All the family and friends have gone home and I ' m sitting in silence. I think about the last two years and all the people that have touched our lives in that time. Dr. James, Shirley, Sylvia, and so many more have blessed us more than they will ever know.
I see the light glisten on the opals on my finger and think about Mom. I whisper in the darkness, " I love you, Mom. Be at peace now with The Lord and don ' t worry about us any longer. I am your daughter. I ' ll take it from here."
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