My mom died of cancer three years ago. I miss her. A few weeks ago, I had an idea–why not plant a tree in honor of my mom. Raylene loved the idea, so last weekend–when my dad was in town–we went and picked out a tree for our backyard. My mom’s favorite color is purple (I assume that hasn’t changed in heaven). So we found a beautiful plum tree that has purple colored leaves. We planted it right outside Raylene and my bedroom so that we will see it anytime we look out the window.
A really interesting thing happened when we went to pick out the tree. As we made our way up to the nursery, I noticed that Pastor KJ was there with his wife. He asked what we were doing and I told him: “We’re picking out a tree for my mom.” He said, “That’s exactly what we are doing as well.” His mother died a few years ago also. What are the odds that at the exact same time on the exact same day at the exact same nursery, we both are there picking out trees of remembrance for our mothers. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I believe God orchestrates things like that. Maybe to remind me that I’m not alone. Maybe as a hint that our moms are chatting it up in heaven. I don’t know…but I felt wonderfully encouraged, like I was a part of something much bigger than my grief.
With my family today, I will celebrate my wife–who is an incredible mom. She deserves a day to honor and thank you–and give her a break! But I will also take time to look out the window and remember my mom… all the sacrifices she made and the love she gave, so that I could be enjoying the things I’m enjoying today. So Happy Mothers Day, Raylene….and Happy Mothers Day, Mom!