Rest Well Mother

My mother was born on June 1, 2025, (108) years ago today, and I miss her.

Well, I managed to make it through the day without making this my first post of the day. I was really trying to see if I could just acknowledge this day and keep it moving without any little small moments of pain, hurt, depression, sadness, or crying spells. I almost did it.

No crying spells. No depression. Some pain, a little hurt, and a little more sadness than I wanted, but so much better than in past years.

It is June 1, 2025, my mother's 108th birthday, and she has been resting in Screven, Georgia's cemetery for more than thirty-one (31) years. Her passing no longer feels like yesterday, and I have not spent the last thirty (30) days dreading this day. If the truth be told, I only started feeling out of sorts about it the last few days.
Today, about three hours ago, I desperately wanted to hear her voice, to see that twinkle in her eyes, and to watch her smile, if only for a few minutes. The more I knew that would never happen again, the more the sadness crept in along with a slight twinge of pain, and the hurt.

So here I am posting this, not so much to acknowledge this day as the day of her birth, but to say, I am finally at a place in my life where I am ready to accept and deal with her passing.

My world has never been the same since her final day here on earth, and I don't expect that gap or break in my heart to ever go away, but I know today that I can and have moved forward!

Thank you, God, for giving Florence Henrieatta Brown Williams to me for forty-seven (47) years! It was your greatest gift to me, and I am thankful.

Happy birthday, mother. Continue to rest well in your resting place until God returns to claim His people, of which I honestly believe you are ONE!