Jesus came calling and took the hand of my cherished mother, leading her home. She was 97 and although a known eventuality, the heart wasn't ready, still unwanted and heartbreaking. You may have seen an earlier post when her birthday was celebrated, before the diagnosis, before the shock, before the dread.
We little knew this morning, the Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly and in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us precious memories, your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you, you're always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
In life we loved you dearly and in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us precious memories, your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you, you're always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Author Unknown
