I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that she would 'come thru' for me when I need her the most. I do 'talk' to her every single night.
Still, it's usually a bit shocking when it happens and I get this odd feeling all over my body. Kind of like a jolt.
It happened this last weekend.
I volunteer for a concert in our Village and the opening group was on stage.
I was standing, alone, in the dark toward the back of the large crowd. The majority of my job was done with only a few deadlines to still meet. I was running through my 'to-do' list in my mind. The air was filled with loud music and the voices of people singing along. Bright stage lights cutting across the blackness.
I caught my breathe.
It was almost as if I could feel her walk up behind me.
It brought tears to my eyes.
Ed wasn't able to come. His mom had yet another set-back and was sent back to the hospital, from the nursing home, so he was with her. Three of our four kids were able to come home for the concert but they were together in another part of the concert site. So, even though most of my family was close by, I stood alone.
Yet, I wasn't alone in that moment.
The feeling of her presence made me smile as my eyes teared-up.
No, there wasn't some message and I didn't hear her voice. Yet, I knew it was her.
When you feel the comfort of a mother throughout your life, there's no mistaking the calm and the love which comes along with her. Even in death, she can send those same vibes to me.
It was only a fleeting moment and then it was over.
I blinked back the tears.
I went to find my kids.
Life moves on and I'm blessed enough to have incredible family and friends to share it with.
Mom and I shared a bit of the night together, too.
Made it a absolutely perfect.
Until next time, Momma.
It is what it is.
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