Dear LW friends,Here are a few thoughts from my heart that I want to share with you for Mother’s Day. For any of you out there who have lost your mother, I pray this is of some comfort to you.
Mother’s Day comes and brings with it a variety of emotions. It is a joyful day and I delight in being a mom myself. My kids and husband shower me with tons of extra love and attention, always making me feel extra special on Mother’s Day. In the past, I have received breakfast in bed and dined at nice restaurants—and usually, the day always brings a lovely bouquet of fragrant flowers.
However, when I was a girl, the day held a hint of melancholy for me. Mother’s Day can be hard for those of us whose moms are no longer with us. My mother passed away when I was just 10 years old, and throughout my childhood and teenage years, I remember dreading Mother’s Day because it brought up so many feelings of loss and sadness. I would longingly watch the other girls get excited as the date approached, and would listen to them eagerly share ideas about what gifts they were giving their moms. I always felt a little left out, missing my own mom even more.
Love never dies, it just changes form.
Then, in 1994, I was incredibly blessed to have Miss Della Reese enter my life. I remember when she took me in her arms on the first day I met her, hugging me with so much warmth and tenderness that I melted right then and there. There was no safer place in the world than in her arms. We worked together on “Touched By An Angel” for almost 10 years, and in that time, we came to know and care for each other deeply. We played the roles of two angels—I was Monica and she was Tess. The love our on-screen characters felt for each other was echoed off-screen in our real life. I truly loved her like she was my mom.
Indeed, Della had experienced loss in her own life when her only daughter had died. We were grateful that we were able to be there for each other, to comfort and hold each other. We believed that God had brought us together and I will be eternally grateful to Him for that.
Della said to me one day, “Baby, isn’t God amazing? I always knew he brought me into your life because you needed a Mamma… but I did not know He brought you into my life because I would need a baby girl. Will you be my daughter?” And I, of course, agreed. “Yes, I will,” I said with a smile. “Then I am your Mamma!” she said, laughing that easy laugh of hers.
Legendary actress, singer and advocate Della Reese and LightWorkers’ own Roma Downey entered our homes weekly as Tess and Monica on the CBS hit TV show “Touched by an Angel.” Clip compliments of CBS.
She was truly one of a kind and I loved her deeply for years, I still do. When I think of her, I smile from the inside out. I always celebrated her on Mother’s Day and no matter where I was in the world I would call her on that day to honor and love her. This will be my first Mother’s Day without Della. She was laid to rest at the end of last year. And of course, I think about her all the time and miss her every single day. My love for my own Mother Maureen and my Mamma Della remain a huge part of me, and the love I have for both of them lives on forever in my heart. And when I speak of them or write about them, they live on through the stories and the memories that I share. Love never dies, it just changes form.
I recently wrote a book called “Box of Butterflies.” In my book, I had a chance to explore the themes of love and loss—in particular, maternal loss. When my mother passed, the loss was real, sore and left a very painful feeling. It was like the lights were turned out and all the color removed.
Not long afterward, my Dad took me to visit my mother’s grave on Mother’s Day. We placed some flowers on the grass and as we stood there, hand-in-hand, praying, a beautiful butterfly flew right by us, dancing on the wind. My Dad pointed to it and said, “Would you look at that wee butterfly there… it could be your mother’s spirit.”
The idea that a beautiful butterfly could represent my precious mom was such a comfort to me. I have always felt that the butterfly was a gift from God, a reminder of His loving presence. Since that day, I have seen butterflies all throughout my life, bringing with them peace and reassurance. I always see them as a remembrance of my mother and a sign from God, reminding me that even though I may feel incredibly alone sometimes, He is always there. I am grateful for my faith, and the promise and hope that Jesus gave us—I believe with all my heart that we will all be together again one day.
These symbols remind us that God is always with us. He will never leave us or forsake us. And that is the most special comfort they could bring.
So, to all you out there who have lost your own mom: please don’t be sad this Mother’s Day. Love never dies, it just changes form.
It’s just like switching off the light because the dawn has arrived. Your mamma has just gone home. She will be waiting for you there. Let’s remember our moms today, smile and be grateful to them for loving us. Be grateful for the little bit of time we may have had with them. They live on in our hearts forever.
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
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