It's So Hard to Say Goodbye...

Today I will attend my second funeral of the week.

Last week two dear friends of mine bid their mother's goodbye.
As I sat in the first funeral service my heart was so grateful because my mom is still with me and yet so heavy as I watched the tears flow from the eyes of my friend. I didn't have a personal relationship with Mrs. Knight so I couldn't mourn for her but I mourn for my friend Patrick and his family.

I was listed on the program to read Mrs. Knight's obituary; to a church full of her family and friends. It was my goal to read her life story with as much enthusiasm and emotion that I could. After the service, burial and tears shed I was taken aback by the response I received regarding the reading. Most of the family members (even the eulogist) thanked me for making them feel their mom/aunt/grandma/sister's presence in the room. I guess my job was well done.

Tonight I will be in attendance of another funeral. Tonight I be in attendance of Mother Mary Taylor's Home Going, she is (can't bring myself to type was) the mother of my dear friend and sister.

Tonight will be hard
I knew Mother Taylor
I remember her laugh
I can still hear her giving high praise to God, shouting hallelujah and amen agreeing to the preached Gospel
Tonight I will not only cry for my sister's loss but I'll also cry for me
I'll cry because I'll never have another slice of her chocolate cake
I'll cry because I won't be able to call her and hear her voice, saying that God will make a way
Tonight I'll cry and the tears will be warm and flow readily
Tonight will be hard

Mother Mary Taylor touched my life and I'll forever be grateful. She encouraged me while I was trying to conceive Erick and comforted me during my pregnancy with the twins. Mother Taylor was a beacon of light in a church that was falling apart at the seams and I'll miss her more then I could imagine.

I am confident because she died in Christ; that she will rise first when the Lord descends from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God.

Then we which are alive and remain will be caught up in the clouds on that great day when the trumpet sounds.

Mother Taylor is another reason why I am going to live my life to the fullest so I can see her again.

^{1 Thessalonians: 13-1}
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.