You never know what the future holds. My sister came home for my mother's 93rd birthday. We had urged her to come, knowing that at mom's advanced age, they might not see each other again. Little did we know that she would pass before mom.
In November, Brenda was diagnosed with glioblastoma, a form of brain cancer. A multitude of tests followed; surgery ensued; and plans for radiation and chemotherapy were made. Yesterday, she suffered a massive pulmonary embolism. She left this life around 2:00 AM today.
While she was here, I convinced her to participate in my "Eyes are the Window to the Soul" project. Of course, I had no idea the pictures I took of her eye would be one of the last photos I made of her. I kept bugging her about her passage for the work and she never sent it to me. After she passed, I felt the need to complete the work.
For her piece, I chose John 16:21-23.
When a woman gives birth, she has a hard time, there’s no getting around it. But when the baby is born, there is joy in the birth. This new life in the world wipes out memory of the pain. The sadness you have right now is similar to that pain, but the coming joy is also similar. When I see you again, you’ll be full of joy, and it will be a joy no one can rob from you. You’ll no longer be so full of questions.
I have titled this piece Coming Joy. Coming Joy because we have so many questions, but yet, there will be coming joy that will be like that of a new child born. She is gone from this world, but I am convinced we will reunite someday.
I look forward to that Coming Joy.
Keywords: Coming Joy
How beautiful. I want to hug all of you so bad right now especially your Mom. No that I am
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