She had been in a nursing home since February and slept nearly all the time. For the last five years she had a type of dementia that had corroded her personality so it was almost unrecognizabilty, But less than an hour before she died she told my sister she was beautiful.
I miss my mom. I've missed her for a long time now.
I imagine Glory. I imagine my Lord showing me around, and coming upon a lady quietly appreciating some special little spot of beauty. "Behold your mother," He will say to me.
And she will look up and smile, very pleased to see her son again. I was a delightful child you know. Just ask my mom, when you see her.