My Mom's Unusual Day

My Mom is 75 years old and enjoying a healthy and active retirement. Her faith has become stronger and stronger over the past decade, and I find her to often be a quiet and shining example of God's love.

Several years ago, she sought out the widows group at her church, and I'm fairly sure it was through there that she became active in her local senior center. She and some of the women from her widows group take fitness classes at the center, and became involved with other community things through both groups.

One of the people they became acquainted with at the senior center is another elderly widow, who is about 10 years older than my Mom, named Melanie*. Mom takes her grocery shopping and sometimes cooks for her. I believe Melanie has some family nearby, but they travel for business quite often. Melanie has been wanting to treat my Mom to lunch, as a thank you for all the little things she's done, but my Mom kept postponing it due to being busy with other things.

This Saturday my Mom agreed to lunch before their grocery shopping trip. They had a nice lunch then went to the grocery store. My Mom ran some errands around the shopping center while Melanie shopped, then met up with her as she was checking out. Melanie seemed slightly tired while they were walking back to her car, so my Mom told her to go and sit down while she put the groceries in the trunk.

In that very short space of time while my Mom put the groceries in the trunk, Melanie passed away while quietly and peacefully seated in my Mom's car. My Mom was shocked, to say the least. When she called me later in the day to tell me all of this, she had settled into a calm sort of acceptance. We discussed how it was really quite a blessing in many ways. I encouraged her that it was actually an honor that the Lord would trust her to be with one of His children during their final hours. Of all the people it could have been, it was her. They had a calm and uneventful day, but that is a blessing in its own way. There are so many ways one could count and consider this to be a blessing, so I'm thinking about those types of things and reminding myself that anyone of us could leave this world at any time.

What kind of memories and impressions would we like to leave when we go? Are we ready to stand before the Lord? Even though we have no control over it, what kind of final day would we like to have? Who would we most like to be with?