Mothers’ Day is a tough day for different people, for different reasons. Without going into a lot of detail, I wanted to remember the tendency that my mother-in-law had, in her last weeks, to eat oranges in great numbers: visiting her in hospital, we would bring a bag of oranges with us, and she was so often looking for a chance to eat one.
Knowing that she was running out of time, and being a fan of this particular scene in a classic Australian TV series (watch the whole episode for context, but this scene is the stuff of legend).
Her funeral was a month ago now (we had permission to pay tribute to this particular scene), and we’re already starting to have some of the family firsts (birthdays without her, and now mothers’ day without her), but I wanted to put some kind of mention here on the blog.
There was enough time in hospital to have some good conversations about her faith; thanks to some wiser heads than mine, she was definitely in a position to feel confident of her trust in Jesus’ death to make her right with God.
For those of you who are experiencing a first Mothers Day like this, I’m sorry for your loss, and if talking to someone would help, I’m happy to have that conversation with you.
Barbara J. Byrne 1953-2019.