My mother met Jesus early
Thursday morning. I wasn’t there. She did that for me.
My mother had been at
less than her best for some time. She had
lived with me for the past year. She had
a stroke on November 30 but recovered from it.
However, she had been declining since then and last Saturday night
apparently had another. We moved her to
Harbor Hospice House for those last days.
The caregivers there are truly God’s angels on earth. In those last days she was agitated and
restless although heavily medicated. She
was calmer when I left her Wednesday night, and when I saw her again, it was
total peace. She was beautiful.
I was, of course, very
sad all day Thursday, and I know I will be again from time to time. But now there is nothing but joy. I can picture her in Heaven. She has found her precious German shepherds:
Thunder, Miss Scarlett, Jezebel and Gypsy, and the little dogs: Muffin and
Tiffany. She has gabbed away with Edith
and Wylma and Madeline. She has
questioned God about why He waited so long to bring her home, and now she’s
telling Him how best to care for me. And
she’s walking FAST all over Heaven. Of
her ailments, the one that pained her most was her degenerated knees. At 80 years old, she was outpacing me across
Lowe’s, try as I might to keep up. In
these last years, her knees gave out, and she had a fleet of walkers. They aren’t needed now.
I know my mother is
having a ball in Heaven, and that gives me immense joy. We took her to her earthly home in Fort Worth
for the worn-out body to repose. But
there is no resting in peace for Marjorie Nell Erskine Burks; she is enjoying
Heaven for all she’s worth.
People have been so very
kind and sorry for our family’s loss, for which I am very grateful. But I want them to rejoice with us for her
new life. And I’m glad she is my mother.
