A Family Company!
In Loving Memory of Mom
August 22, 1949 - November 22, 2012
Imagine being in a large room with hardwood floors, a large window with the blinds drawn and dim lighting throughout the room. Now imagine two white leather love seats tucked discretely in the corner of the room. Picture a bed in the center of this room. I want you to see mom, sister Pat lying in this bed with white sheets and blankets pulled up to her chest as she breathes ever so gently. Picture her chest as it rise and falls with each breath that she takes.
There is a lounge chair to the right of the bed and a night stand to the left. I want you to see me sitting in the lounge chair on her right, holding her hand underneath the white blanket with my left hand while holding a book in my right. The book I am holding is called "A Divine Revelation of Heaven"by Mary K. Baxter. There is soft worship music playing in the background as I read to mom. My sister, Shennill and I take turns reading this book. As the day wears on, there is weeping, reading, singing, talking and laughing.
Now imagine each of her grand kids entering this large dim room. As they arrive, one by one they are led to her bedside. They take turns having a seat next to grand mom to say their goodbyes. They don't see sickness or pain, all they see is grand mom sleeping in a bed. The kids are reassured that although grandma is sleeping she can clearly hear everything that goes on, even their whispers in her ear. The kids range from ages 5 to 19. Visitors drift in and out as we reminisce and testify about the wonderful life mom lived and the impact she had on everyone she touched. Testimonies and praise pour out, as we recognize the presence of the LORD throughout moms life which is evident by the lives she leaves behind.
Now imaginefamily and friends gathering around mom's bed holding hands for a final prayer of release and farewells. Soon after, all the visitors began to leave, and the grand kids have gone home for bed. There are four of us who remain behind: me on mom's right, Shennill to her left, Wanda Mona' at her left leg and Nottra at her right leg. We each sit around mom the way we sit around the table during the holiday's. There are moments of silence followed by faint cries and weeping, all while worship music continues to echo the shadows.
Throughout the night we talk about our lives, our families and our experiences; we remember the times with mom, we joke we laugh, we sing, all while never leaving her side. Time presses on towards the dawn. Hours feel like minutes and all at once we notice mom's breathing rapidly changing as if to clear her throat as she prepares to depart for the last time. As I hold her hand in my right hand underneath the white blanket, I place my left hand on her forehead and then gently rub her cheek, I could tell that the once warm hand I held all through the night was beginning to grow cold. We each hovered over mom for our last kiss, our last goodbye and our final farewells. With me to her right and Shennill to her left, Wanda Mona' to her left leg and Nottra to her right, we watched anxiously as mom's breaths became shorter and fewer in between.
With her mouth slightly open, she takes a breath in and 30 seconds later she exhales and releases her last and final breath...We all stare in silence, watching her chest, waiting...There is no heartbeat, she breaths no more. My sisters and I look at one another and then we look toward the ceiling in ROOM 110, we throw mom a kiss and wave goodbye with forced smiles, fighting back our tears. We envisioned mom waving back as she sees her four girls standing around her now lifeless body on a bed draped in white. As mom holds the hand of her guardian angel she turns and enters the pearly gates of heaven. Mom is gone. Silence is suddenly broken when I say, "Well everybody, at least we got to be together for one more Thanksgiving Day." And then we embraced one another and we wept...ONE SCRIPTURE PLAYS IN MY MIND OVER AND OVER...and that is: "Precious in the sight of The Lord is the death of His Saints" -Psalms 116:15
-Bernita Scott Weston
Leaving a Message for Mom in Heaven
Hello mom it's me, just checking in to see how you've been. Now that the holidays have past boy this year seemed to go fast. If I asked You Lord to let me hear mom's voice in my dreams I might sound confused or so it may seem. I want to hear her say to me that she is well and happy. She is in a place she so desperately longed to be would this be wrong of me? You are The Lord God Almighty, the God of all flesh, there is nothing too hard for You, if I pray for this thing would this mean my faith is fresh and anew? If I asked her to visit me in my sleep and there's no doubt in my heart only victory, would that be wrong of me? If so, I don't need to know. I know that with You all things are possible. No one in heaven thinks about those left behind, how could they be at peace if they wondered what was on our mind? I trust You Lord with all of my heart, my soul and my strength; hearing from mom would be a sweet hint. Is it forbidden to hear a voice in the night while in a deep sleep and there is no fright? In a deep sleep where You often reach out to man with Your purpose and Your plan? If I could hear my mother my sunshine and my heart beat, oh how sweet that would be to me. It brings things to my mind. I often ask myself, did I pray hard enough for my mother's health? Did I call her enough? Did I talk to her enough? Did I encourage her enough? Did she know how much I loved her? Was it enough? I know the answer to these things and yet I can't help for wondering, it's her peace of mind that matter most to me. I called her sunshine because she reminded me of the sun with all its beauty and unrecognized fun. She was the perfect type of heat, the perfect temperature even in her sleep. Mom often said that she wished she had a body like mine, but somehow she knew she would run out of time. I'm not perfect but strive to be, mom's body is now ten times more healthy. I know that one day I will see her again but I'm not rushing my time or living in sin. When that day comes it will be the time for me, whether I live to be one hundred or ninety-three. I can only pray that someday she will meet and greet me and guide me to where I need to be. She will lead in song to the pearly gates of the Most High's Throne. I am blessed to have had the time I spent in mom's presence; she was truly a woman of heart felt essence. There are no regrets no heart aches and no sorrow, but I'd be lying if I say I won't think of her tomorrow. You are a God of love and compassion; You are He who is never out of fashion. I believe that those there get to take a peek, at what we are doing if we practice what we preach. So I say my goodbyes as the tears poor from my eyes. A special goodnight to the lady who put up a good fight, with this last note I will have peace tonight.
August 22, 1949 to November 22, 2012