Mom, are you in the arms of Jesus? What did was on your heart when you took your last breath? I worry that you missed Our Lord's smile, his arms receiving one of His own into his busom. I wish I could have seen you embrace Jesus in our lifetime. It would give us such reassurance that you are with Him. Your life was hard, and I think you did the best you could. I dream of being with you again, but my dreams are clouded with a darkness of separation. I miss you. I miss having a mom to guide me, to talk to, to pour out my problems. I miss being hugged. I never ever remember being hugged by you. I wonder if you ever did...surely when I was a baby? Oh, my dear Lord, if it can help at all....I pray that my mom will be o.k., and if my love for her can help at all....I send it to you to give to her. 
