My mother is on a personal journey, out of this realm. Eternity is merely days away. “Mitzie” is medicated. She is comfortable, surrounded by beloved family members. Last night she was calling out my sister-in-law’s name: “Diane. . . Diane.” I spoke to Diane today and she has spent the entire day with my mom. In the near future, I will be boarding a jet which will take me to Salt Lake City, and I will travel to my mom’s house in North Ogden, Utah, where I will say good-bye to her for the last time.

As for man, his days are like grass;
    he flourishes like a flower of the field;
     for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
    and its place knows it no more.
     But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,
    and his righteousness to children’s children,
     to those who keep his covenant
    and remember to do his commandments.
     The Lord has established his throne in the heavens,
    and his kingdom rules over all (Psalm 103: 15 – 19). 

I have drafted a few lines and titled it “Things My Mother Taught Me.” Currently she is teaching me the value of entering immortality with grace.

Mitzie (right) with her oldest sister Ruby (left)

 Things My Mother Taught Me

The gravity of holding a loved one's hand.
A lie is a pebble dropped into still, deep waters.
Your strongest desire may be that which destroys you.
A frown is easily forgotten;
A smile has eternal implications.
The Robin's song is a sonorous melody
Arranged specifically for you,
Mysteriously,
For your joy and comfort.
Sing little Robin!
Sing all day,
And into the night [....]