(Some personal thoughts one year later)
One year ago today, my mom, Mary Lou Hill, stepped into heaven. I miss her every single day. She loved our family deeply and lived with a quiet, steady faith that anchored us more than we knew. She had a gentle strength, a kind heart, and a way of making you feel seen and loved. She believed in me, prayed for me, and stood with me through every season. She was my encourager, my prayer warrior, and my greatest cheerleader.
I still catch myself reaching for the phone to call her, just to hear her voice or tell her something I knew she would care about. Some days, the ache of missing her is heavy. But even in the grief, I am grateful. I am grateful for every conversation, every hug, every prayer, and every bit of love she poured into my life. I never once had to wonder if I was loved. She made sure I knew.
She also had a serious sweet tooth. Candy, chocolate, and especially ice cream brought her joy. Years ago, we went on a mom and son date to an old-fashioned soda shop. I suggested we share a banana split, but without missing a beat she said, “No way, get your own.” We laughed so hard. She loved me, but she did not share her ice cream with anyone.
Moments like that still bring a smile when I need it most. I miss her deeply, but I carry her love and faith with me every day. Her prayers still cover me. Her example still guides me. Her voice still echoes in my heart.
The Bible reminds us in 1 Thessalonians 4:13 that we “do not grieve like those who have no hope.” I do grieve. I miss her. But I also hold to hope. Because of Jesus, this goodbye is not the end of the story. Heaven is real. Love endures. And I will see her again.
I thank God that He chose her to be my mom. What a gift she was. What a legacy she leaves. What a day it will be when we are together again.
