To Everything There is a Season


To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven; A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted, A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sow; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war, and a time of peace.” Ecclesiastes 3

February 18, 2016 was my Mother’s time to die and my time to mourn. My Mom led a good life and had just turned 85 when she passed. All but the last year of her life, she was mostly healthy and happy! It has been a little over a month since her passing; and surprisingly I have learned as much from her death as I did about life from our sixty plus years of living closely.

My Mom’s death has been much harder to grasp and deal with than I thought it might be. Since I am older (62) and have already lost many family members; I assumed that Mom’s  passing would not be as devastating. However, I failed to realize that this was my one and only Mother. The first face I saw when I was born and usually the last person I talked to each night before bed. ” A Mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can ever take.”

My husband and I were on a trip to Florida when we received the call that Mom’s health had taken an unanticipated downturn and she was declining rapidly. Thankfully, our three children that live in town were all assisting with her care and comfort. Within the next 24 hours of the call saying she was not doing very well, she was gone! I still find it inconceivable to believe that having been with her for every doctor appointment, every major life event, and every holiday that I would not be present when she passed. Please know that I am not upset with her or anyone for how it happened….it just seems surreal. Again, a teachable moment for me; God’s time is not on our time.

I had to realize that this had nothing to do with me and that it was Mom’s time to go. Mom had told me in previous conversations that she was ready and I know she was suffering physically and mentally.  I am grateful she is no longer suffering. Mom served her purpose under heaven, planted and plucked her fields, embraced and loved and has gone to her peaceful place in heaven.

So now it is my time for planting, embracing, silence, love and peace. I also pray that we shall all be blessed and find our true purpose under heaven.

Cherish those you love and have a beautiful Spring my friends~

Be Well~ Be Peace ~ Be Love,   Sara


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