Six years ago today, I said goodbye to my adorable mom, Hallie, for the last time. It is a moment one never forgets. Three days earlier, she had received an emergency room diagnosis of cancer. She died suddenly and unexpectedly from the complications of a blood clot.
My husband was on a mission trip in Africa and Jenny was in Chicago at Moody Bible Institute, but Christy and I were able to be there at her bedside, along with many of my family members.
I remember intentionally focusing on what my mom's hands looked like. She had beautiful hands with long slender fingers. She always wore a stunning black star sapphire that my dad had given her.
I remember thinking of all the amazing things those beautiful hands had done over the years . . . creating homes in different countries, creating journals and scrapbooks, creating quilts and homemade cabbage patch dolls for her grandchildren and so much more.
My mom was a bit of a Christmas wonder herself. Even though she grew up in a very difficult home, she created a wonderful home for us. And Christmas was one of her favorite times of the year. Her sewing machine was super busy then.
So one of the reasons I love Christmas is . . . my mom taught me to. Thanks, mom. I love you and I miss you. I look forward to an eternity of Christmas days together in heaven.
A favorite picture of my parents.
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