I have often written that my mom and I had a very difficult time as I grew up. In the everpresent grace of God I am starting to remember some good things about my life with my mom.
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For one thing I am remembering how good a cook she could be. One of my favorites she made was her version of Tamale Pie. The other was what she called Goo over Goup. It was a roast beef in gravy over rice.
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My memories are coming to understand that my dad’s suicide left her with me and my sisters Judy, Ruth to raise with no money to help . She was overwhelmed by those tough difficulties. Some of the fear she of course had turned to understandable if not justifiable bitterness.
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I so look forward to being with her in Heaven. There all her enormous giftedness will be completed with the love of heaven. I have sometimes ask Jesus to carry a message to her to help my mom and I be joined in love before I meet her up there.
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Maybe that isn’t a good idea. I don’t know. But I do it because of the powerful drive I have to be in loving mother and son relationship with her right here and right now while I live out my life on this earth. I don’t want to have to wait until I die. It feels like too much time has already passed. I am 81 years old.
George Caywood 