I Was My Mother's Eyes

I Was My Mother's Eyes

It was Mother's Day, and while Mom was sitting in her favorite recliner, she gathered the roses in her beautiful hands and said "OH, how wonderful they smell, and tell me Jo Ann, what color are they"? "They are yellow Mom, and they are especially for your today. Because you are special, and even though you cannot see the roses; I hope you can picture them in your mind on this very special day."

You see, today and every day was a "dark day" for her, but she accepted her blindness with great courage. Never questioning why her sight was taken. Knowing her was a wonderful experience for everyone. Her love was unconditional, and along with her forgiving nature and faith in God, she became a hero to her family and many friends. As I remember her wonderful laugh and smile, I feel blessed to have been part of her life.

But, the best part of our life together was when we would walk arm -in-arm to St. Lucy's Church to attend Mass on Sundays. Our special moments together can never be forgotten or erased. As these were the moments, I became My Mother's Eyes. The eyes that enabled her to enjoy a picnic in Lincoln Park on a warm Spring day or an outing with our family at the Jersey shore.

Mom lived for 88 years. During her life with us she was the foundation and strength of our family. And on the day she died, God cradled her in His beautiful arms as He lifted her towards Heaven's bright light releasing her from her "dark days" forever.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen
For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Corinthians 4:18