On Thursday, October 8th, 2009, my mother, Annie Rosina Hartley, went to be with her Lord Jesus. In Salvation Army lingo she was Promoted to Glory. What a privilege it has been to have my mom with me for 11 years. When she first came to live with us she was recovering from Breast Cancer surgery and she wasn't up to her usual energy levels. But she recovered and we spent a few years with her being quite independent. However, eventually her dementia increased and she had her first stroke a few years ago. We had switched roles. I became the parent.
What a great mother she was. Even though she had a difficult life she made mine wonderful and poured her love into me. I loved her hugs and kisses and everywhere I went until the very end I knew her love was with me. Whatever I have today, whatever I have become, whatever I have accomplished - it's because of my mother and what she taught me, what she did for me and what she poured into me. I owe her so much.
My mom was the kind of mom that everyone wants to have. Friends would often say, "I love your mom!" As a teenager I would usually replay, "Yeah, but you don't have to live with her!" But I knew how special she was even then. She was a Sunday School teacher and was the Jr. Soldier Sargent in her Salvation Army Corps. She was also a Guider and was a Brown Owl for 13 years. I can't imagine how many children she ministered to over the years but I know that she was very special to all of them.
I don't think you're ever really prepared to lose a parent, no matter how long they live. I can't imagine what life will be like without her. I feel like an orphan. I want her back.
However, I know that she is full of joy with God, living in the room He has prepared for her. I've read John 14 to many people who have lost loved ones. I've often thought how empty it must sound when you're filled with grieft.
But I tell you it is a comfort. I feel better knowing that she's safe and with Jesus, that she's happy and at peace with a whole body and spirit. No more paralysis. No more strokes. No more bed sores. With her voice back I'm sure she's singing away..... "I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air...."
I'll join her one day. Not too soon, but when I do I know I'll be so happy to be in her arms once again. Mom, Dad, Me and Jesus!