Exactly one year ago today I said goodbye to my mother's life on this earth. Luella Leeming Schanck Ohl was a complex woman with impressive strengths that made her unique. She became one of my dearest friends in all the world. I miss her humor, her intelligence, her drive and yes, even her shortcomings and fears. They made her so human.
Mom was pretty much comatose on the last day of her life. She didn't open her eyes once all day and she didn't move a muscle all afternoon -- except once. I was sitting quietly with her, talking about how easy the transition would be when Jesus came to take her home, and how I would miss her so much. She stirred gently at the sound of my voice and then reached out her arms for me. It's a memory I will always treasure. Four hours later she breathed her last.
A year of difficult "firsts" and a year of grace and blessings in disguise.