How Far is Heaven

Today as I was picking beans, I recalled a song I sang so many years ago, I was about 12 or 13 and my sisters and I used to sing in church.
My Mom loved our singing, she thought we were great, but she was our Mom, so of course she would.
When my Mom had her final days in the hospital, we gathered around her bedside and sang. I spent a full week at her bedside and I would not take that time back for anything except to have her back.
We were singing "I Saw A Man," A tear rolled down her cheek, so we knew she heard us, Although she could nto comminicate. At one point she raised her hand to heaven to praise God. (A gesture I had seen often in her life), My Mom was a quiet person, never calling attention to herself. She made no spectacle of herself at any time. She was a well dressed lady, Lady in every sense of the word. She got up every day, dressed in nice clothes, made a pan of biscuits for breakfast, made sure the peanut butter and syrup was on the table, made sure we were up then only then would she relax.
My Mom passed away 7 years ago this month, Will I ever stop missing her? NO! She is as much a part of who I am as I am a part of each of you. You will look back on certain days and possibly have very fond memories.
A memory is what you make it, Good or bad. All of our lives involve some heartache, some pain, some mistakes, It took a king to forgive us and he only had to do it once. We can't keep crucifying him,
We hope each of you take from your lives what we tried to put into them, Love, Compassion, Self worth, love of God, Love of family, Each of you have been given an awsome responsibility, They look you in the eyes every day, looking for guidance, looking for hope for tomorrow, Don't take away any of their hopes and dreams, Sometime a dream is all we can have but it is ours to have.