Before my mom made her transition to her angelic life in heaven, she loved to watch the sunset. Purple, pink, red, orange, golden hues and muted colors, the suns fading light became a symbol of her time with us coming to an end. One day, when she was too weak to get up from bed, I took a pink framed, hand held mirror and held it up facing west. Quietly, together, we watched the sunset in the mirror, streaming color, streaking light, reflected in the glass. That was years ago; she has passed. Even though her spirit is with me, I still miss my mom. Yesterday I was driving home, my children playing in the back seat of the car. I thought of her and, in that instant, I heard a voice in my heart say, Look in the rear view mirror. See the light reflected in the glass. I looked up. From the drivers seat of a Honda CRV, in the rear view mirror, Heaven could be seen...a sunset, her sunset, reflected to me in the glass. A beautiful, heaven sent sunset. Love lives on. This evening, or any evening, I invite you to join your angels. Watch the sunset. With eternal blessings and the sweetest of love sent to you today, Love, Steff Watch the sunset
Posted on: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 22:01:18 +0000
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