My mother-in-law didn’t quite make it to Christmas. She came up around five hours short yesterday evening. It is a blessing from God her struggle is over.
Some might find it strange that I write her passing is a glorious, wonderful thing. But if you witnessed her life as I did for forty-four years through the lense of a son-in-law you would understand why I’m smiling through the tears as I write these thoughts down on Christmas Day.
She lived a wonderful, blessed life and through it had to overcome some significant challenges.
Jo exited with courage, dignity, and a sense of the big picture which makes me proud to have known her.
There is no sadness in this for me. Only gratitude for the memories and the visual images of where’s she’s going.
I see it clearly. There she is.
A young woman in a field just outside the outskirts of Greencastle, Indiana as Richard stands in a snowy field waiting to hold her hand again.
That’s how I see it.
What a lovely Christmas gift.
Mike J