Never the Same

My mom died yesterday at 8:15 in the morning. My aunt was whispering in her ear, my dad was holding her hand and kissing her arm and Brandy and I were rubbing her legs. There is something about a mother's love that no one can surpass, and the thought that I will never feel it again looking in her eyes all but breaks my heart. My only comfort is that she is now totally healed, gazing in the face of pure love, dancing on the streets of gold, and worshiping the King of Kings. My grief isn't for her, but for us who won't get to see her smiling face and hear her perky little voice and be wrapped in her encompassing love that she was so willing to share with everyone she knew.