Missing . . .

My Loss

Heaven's Gain

I thought of you today -- not once,

but oh so many times;

I felt my heart fill up with tears,

and hoped you wouldn't mind.

I struggle with your absence

and wish to see your face,

for now there is a void on earth

that time will not erase.

And yet I hear inside my dreams,

when stars unveil the night,

the angels whispering tenderly

that you are at their side.

And often they remind me

as I go about my day

that all my deepest love for you --

is just a prayer away.

~Deborah Lindsay O'Toole~

Seventeen years ago today, I held my mother's hand for the last time and whispered a final farewell.

I miss her so much.

She always knew what was on my mind and in my heart, even when no words were spoken.

But, it is the hugs and her gentle touch that I miss most.

Someday we will hug again, and never have to let go.

I love you this much and more, Mother.