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Time Heals all Wounds?

  • 2 days ago
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Updated: 7 minutes ago

As the saying goes: Time heals all wounds.  


Really?


Ever since my mom crossed over four years ago, I struggle to believe I have a single friend.  


Isn’t time supposed to heal all wounds?  If it still stings, am I correct to feel she was my only friend on earth?


I want to talk to her on the phone and have her over for dinner as much today as I did four years ago. Talking with mom on the phone was sincere. She never gave in to using a cell phone. No way would she pay for a cell phone AND a landline. She was a depression-era girl, frugal to the core. Whatever the reason, if you had a conversation with mom on the telephone you could be 100% sure that you had her full attention. She never scrolled, texted, or emailed a single day in her life (I did those things for her)...she would be talking to you and only you.



I so badly want to tell her (and dad) about how amazingly fabulous their grand-daughter is doing in a clerkship for the Court of Appeals/Federal Circuit. Diana is taking on law in Washington, DC with the best of them. And might I add that she is doing it with poise, class and a magnificent amount of talented brain cells. Lots of above-average brain cells. But I can't call mom and share that with her...


The darn absence-wound doesn’t seem to be going any where.  Four years passing hasn’t made it any easier than the day of. 


Have you bid your mom farewell?  Are you familiar with the ache that nags quite regularily…never fully disappearing nor fully manifesting?  


Like a hangnail that gets clipped away but reappears down the road.  Sometimes the hangnail is worse the next time.  Sometimes a season skips one altogether.  But they don’t permanently go away and they’re always painful when they emerge.  The darn booger is gonna grow back.  It’s gonna hurt again….

Time is most definitely not healing the mom-absence-wound.  Passing time just reminds me that I miss her that much more.


What makes me smile and hopeful is knowing Jesus was her Lord and Savior.  Knowing she dwells in unconditional love with the one and only True God. 


Thank you for reading!


Love, Shelley

Horse in 1969


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