I miss my Mom on Mother's Day. This picture is from Spring 1963, with baby me and big brother Walter. Our Mom is 24 years old in this picture (younger than two of my own daughters today). Dad is 28 (my son turns 28 next month). This is the fourth Mother's Day since Mom passed away. I often miss her, yet she seems "not far from us." I pray for her and my Dad, that God will receive them into His embrace of Infinite Love forever. This is the fulfillment for which they were created.
Jesus has conquered death through His Cross and Resurrection, but this was not to eliminate sorrow and grief from the human journey; rather, the hope of eternal life gives ultimate meaning and value to sorrow and grief and the whole range of human experience. Our pain and struggles with the mystery of life and death have a value that makes us willing to endure them when we remember in faith that suffering and loss are not "the last word" on human existence. Christ is Risen, Alleluia! God works everything towards the good, and God loves us immensely. He is worthy of our trust, day by day, step by step.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you!
