I’ve not felt much like writing the last few weeks since the loss of my dear mother. I start to write an update on my blog but end up waiting.

I am grateful that my mother is no longer a prisoner to her bed.

I am grateful that I know without a doubt, from her own last words and the vision she saw before leaving us, that she is with Jesus, her best buddy and dearest friend.

I am grateful that she gave us her blessing for a long, active life with no problems, and I know she was sincerely sure that will be the case.

I am grateful that God kept her at peace and in no pain on her journey from this life to heaven.

I am grateful to know that I will see her again in a moment in the twinkling of an eye, to be with her again. I miss her so very much, but would not want her to return from where she is now, where she is able to jump up and down after years of living in a body that didn’t work and she is praising God in person, face to face with her precious, sweet Jesus.

I am grateful that I know heaven is real.