On pressing forward without her.

Ruby Wren and I were about to make sprinkle cookies. We had finished cleaning up our lunch mess, and I had just gotten out my collection of colored sugars. The oven was preheated, the dough ready, the cookie sheets prepped. Ruby was excited and adorable in the little apron that I keep for when any of the grandbabies come help me in the kitchen. But I didn’t get to make cookies with Ruby that day … instead, the phone rang.

My mom had died. Very unexpectedly. She had been fine … active … busy. Until suddenly she just wasn’t. She had simply been stopped. Halted. Her time on this earth was completed. Finished. Over.

God had called her Home.

Thankfully, my husband was here that day, so he stepped in with Ruby and the cookies as soon as he heard what I was saying back to the voice on the phone. Honestly, I had been preparing myself for the impending sprinkle explosion in my kitchen, I was nowhere near braced for the chaos that would ensue in my head as I listened to the caller’s words. Suddenly there was so much to process and to do – and I had absolutely no idea where to even start.

Just pack a bag, Debi … get in the car … drive.

What has followed since that day has been a month of basically living in my mother’s house, making a few trips back home in hopes of rest, but not finding much here. My mind always remained there.

Surrounded by her things.

Taking walks where she had walked.

Dwelling in her space.

Learning so much more about her.

I slept in her room while I was there. It was difficult at first, but it quickly became comforting to be surrounded by what was most personal to her. I never knew that she wore perfume – clearly an Oscar De La Renta girl. She had four bottles, as well as the dusting powder. I had always thought that was just Mom’s natural scent.

She had an impeccably neat closet – all items arranged by color, evenly spaced apart. I definitely did not inherit that gene from her. After raising me and my rebellious self, I’m sure she would easily attest to that fact.

She actually sat down at a vanity table when she got ready to go out. This fact surprised me because she never seemed like the type who would have such a ritual. I always figured she just stood at the bathroom mirror. All of her makeup and hair brushes sat in baskets on either side of her vanity’s attached mirror, right in front of the matching lamps that ensured she had the best lighting.

Oh, and “Plumalicious” seemed to be her favorite lip shade. Again … I never knew she even wore any.

To be completely honest here, Mom and I did not share the best relationship. Really for much of my life. We loved each other deeply – and even shared several common interests – but we just didn’t think alike, nor did we love the same way. But that’s okay because we both loved the same God who knit us each together exactly as he meant for us to be. And I believe he taught us both much through our struggles.

So now Mom’s been laid to rest and I’m back home with my precious people and my overgrown, very weedy garden. There’s much to get caught up on here, and I was looking forward to no longer straddling these two completely different worlds – Mom’s and my own. I was ready to leave all the heaviness of the last month behind and just press forward.

Yesterday I was excited to finally restock my fridge with good food after eating a whole lot of whatever for the past month. But as I drove to the store, the tears randomly started tickling the backs of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. Here I was finally back home living my life again, but this meant it was officially time to start pressing forward without her. And I haven’t quite figured out how to do that yet.

Thanks for growing with me. ❤

I’ll see you again in Glory, Mom.

“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13-14)

“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelation 21:1-4)

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” (Romans 8:18)

10 thoughts on “On pressing forward without her.

  1. Beautiful Debi! Tears filled my eyes when I read she too like me, liked Oscar de la Renta. As we were only 6 days apart in age, I realized my time could be near. May she rest in eternal peace. Love, Nancy


  2. So sorry for your loss! It is a difficult road to navigate as you begin to deal with your new “normal“ without her. And truly there will be good days and bad days along your journey! May God bless you and give you peace as only He can during this time!


  3. Love you Debi! So sad to hear you lost your mother so suddenly – harder for you but easier for her. May you find comfort in remembering all the good times and may the Lord give you His strength and courage as you go forward. 🙏🏻💜


    • Thank you, Sylvia – yes, there is much comfort in knowing she didn’t suffer. And even greater comfort in knowing she’s now gazing right into the face of our Lord. I can’t even imagine what that will feel like one day, but she knows now, and I’m happy for her! ❤


  4. So sorry for your lost. Praying God bring the comfort your heart needs in this difficult times. I have not experience dead from a close one and can’t imagine how hard it is to process and accept. The verdes you shared are so beautiful and we have to remeber that God is faithful and he will always be with us.

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    • Thank you, Ingrid! God has kept me wrapped in his hope as I take these first tentative steps without her on this earth. But yes, there is much joy in knowing she is healed and whole in heaven, and we shall meet again. Praise God! ❤


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