It has been six years since my “mummy” went home to be with the Lord. I was with her the last three months of her life~~she was terminal and wanted to stay in her home, I respected that and stayed by her side 24 hours a day. They day she passed, I held her hand and said, “It’s ok mom…take Jesus hand”. <starting to get a little teary here so I’ll shorten this>
Our relationship wasn’t a lifetime of happy memories, it was far from that. However, in God’s amazing grace, seven months prior to her diagnosis, we became very close.
When I was a very young girl, about 5, my mother taught me song.
This is my dedication to you my Mummy–
LOVE-HOPE-PEACE In Our Changing World 
Thanks for sharing that. I like the adding of that video. It is so true.
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I know you are most thankful that you were able to give her comfort in her last days.
This reminds me of the time my mother passed at age 100. She hadn’t been ‘with it’ for a number of years, didn’t know us, and often became very agitated. She always settled when I sang “How Great Thou Art” (and I assure you it wasn’t my singing as I can’t sing a note in tune).
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Yes…you are very right. I always told everyone it was the the most beautiful 3 months of my life, at the same time the saddest. I just praise our God that she knew Him as Savior and there will come a day when I will see her and my step-father again.
Thanks for the comment…and what a sweet message your situation brings.
~streim~
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