Today, the inevitable text arrived from my wife.
“Your mom passed away peacefully this morning. She is now with you on the trail.”
I solemnly walked along struggling to find the energy to keep going. I needed to sit down and sort out my feelings. It was getting close to noon and this amazing spot was right in front of me. I knew this is where I needed to be!
I’ll always remember Mom singing in church. As a small child, I would ask her what song she was going to sing. I dreaded when she would say, “Is that the lights of home”. My response was always, “Will cry. Will cry.” Sure enough, Dad would head to the piano and Mom would walk up to the pulpit. As soon as I heard that beautiful melancholy voice, I would lose it…every time! I can still hear her singing that song as if it was yesterday.
It’s only fitting to sign off today with the words from the chorus. Mom, this was your song!.
Is that the lights
Of home I see
Do I feel a breeze
From the crystal sea
Is that the Lord standing
High on heaven’s balcony
If that’s the lights of home
It’s a welcome sight to see
Mom, Rest In Peace