by Guest » Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:05 am
My Mother died one week ago tonight. The night before she died, she spent 3 hours talking of her loved ones who had already passed away, consoling my sister and I about what a hard day it was for our framily, and singing "Take my hand, Precious Lord, Lead me home,", "Swing Low Sweet Chariot", "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" from Rodgers & Hammerstein's "Oklahoma" that ends with "Everythings going my way" and "I'll meet you in the morning." I was thinking at the time she was singing to her loved ones already in Heaven. It took me about 3 days to realize she was reassuring my sister and myself she would meet us in the morning. What a precious, precious gift she gave us.
My Mother died one week ago tonight. The night before she died, she spent 3 hours talking of her loved ones who had already passed away, consoling my sister and I about what a hard day it was for our framily, and singing "Take my hand, Precious Lord, Lead me home,", "Swing Low Sweet Chariot", "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" from Rodgers & Hammerstein's "Oklahoma" that ends with "Everythings going my way" and "I'll meet you in the morning." I was thinking at the time she was singing to her loved ones already in Heaven. It took me about 3 days to realize she was reassuring my sister and myself she would meet us in the morning. What a precious, precious gift she gave us.