Rainy Morning Make me Sad

I woke last night to rain coming down, softly. I heard it hit the patio and chairs. I checked to make sure it did not come in on the carpet.

It was fine.

I lay there for a while listening to the peaceful rain.And Remembering my last night spent in my Mamas house, in Sheridan Arkansas.



When David got up this morning, I saw him head for the door, I knew he was going to close it.

He thought I was asleep. I said, "NO don't close it I am listening to the rain".

He said, "Aren't you afraid it will get the carpet." I responded with "already checked it out."

The carpet was fine, The memories were Sweet and Sad.



In 1995, My Mom had a stroke. We had gone back for a visit, and slept in the room I slept in as a young girl.

My Mom was doing pretty good, She just had no strength in her left side and was left unable to walk or handle her left side.

She was having therapy but able to be home with help.

So the last night we were there, I woke to the rain outside. Many nights, as a child I heard the rain fall outside that window. It was a peaceful rain.



I lay there and tears begin to flow. I woke David, I said, "You can Never Go Home Again".

"What??? are you saying that for?" he asked.

I told him I had a feeling I would never spend the night in my Mamas house again.

As he held me he assured me it was not true.

He said I was just sad and I surely would get back to her home again.



It never rains that I do not recall that night, lying in my old bed,

Listening intently for my Mom to need me, (she had a bell to ring) and knowing life as I knew it was never going to be the same.

I did go back to her house again,. This time I was helping clean it out after her death. I recalled the rain and the knowledge I was given during the last overnight visit with her in the home of my childhood.

I did spend more nights with her but I slept at her bedside in a chair, as she had a couple of surgery's.

The last time I spent the night with her was precious. The next morning , She drifted off to Heaven and Peace,. She left here very peacefully and quiet as she would want it to be.

With Mothers Day Coming, I woke to Memories of my Mama.



OH, I Miss you Mama, so much. It has been 11 years and my heart still aches for your presence. I know I will see you again and you will have a smile on your face, you will be walking the streets holding hands with Daddy.

Walking with our Savior. Waiting for your Children to join you and still watching over us.