My Mother And I Had Something Unique in Common: We Both Had Mastectomies

My mother is no longer with me physically, yet I can feel her spirit very strongly, especially on this Mother's Day. We were not particularly close.  We never had those heart-to-heart mother/daughter conversations. Now that she has passed I feel more "connected" to her when she was alive.  I think one reason is there is something unique we sahre: we both endured the agony of a mastectomy.

I felt her presence so strongly the day of my December 2011 operation. As soon as I started to feel the effects of the anesthetics, I could sense my mother.  My body became numb, but my mind became clearer. Her presence gave me a unique sense of relief.

That wasn't the first time I felt her presence with me.  I remember the day she died. I was at work when I received the call.  I took a walk, and sent her a mental message, "I love you, Mom.  I hope you are happy."  As I continued walking, a stranger approached me. He said, "Miss, I have something for you."  It was a pink rose.  I cried in happiness because each Mother's Day I would send my mother pink roses. 

So, on this Mother's Day 2012 I would like to share with you I wrote for my Mother's Memorial Service December 2009.  Her name was Rose.

 "MOURNING DEW ON THE ROSE"

How gentle the Rose
... with mourning dew of fresh tears
as God's grace sheds His Radiant Light
upon those who might
mourn the death of His flower.

The Rose, newly blossomed
in God's garden of Endless Love
shines above
in holy splendor.

This flower
whose heavenly scent
brings comfort to those who spent
time with her on earth.
The Rose
with mourning dew of tears
from loved ones she leaves to miss
has now returned home
to God's Eternal Bliss.

And God's Radaint Light beams
upon the mourning dew of tears
of others she leaves behind
so they might find the joy and comfort
in God's heavenly embrace.