It will never be the same. Yesterday marked one year since my mom died. I found myself just trying to focus on my responsibilities in worship yesterday. Once I got through that, the reality set in.
On the other hand, I have wonderful memories of mom. And I know, as the excitement builds for Christmas, this was her favorite time of the year. This Christmas will definitely be different, too. Last Christmas I think I was still in shock over the whole thing. So far this year, remembering her and what Christmas meant to her has been a great thing. I hope that trend continues.
I miss her. No doubt. But I also know it honors her to carry on. In fact, she invested herself in me and in helping me be able to carry on. That teaches me to do the same for my children. I, too, am mortal. And I think that’s the right thing to do.
But I do not look at a decoration or sing a Christmas carol without thinking about her. And there is something right about that, too.
The Random Thinker 
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