A mother’s love and pain lead in dedication to make a difference. What words can describe the feeling when hearing the words your child is gone. Disbelief, anger, anxiety and a sick pain in your stomach. As crazy as it sounds my only concern was that I needed gas in my car.
I went home alone that night not sure how to feel. Is this really happening? As the sun rose the next morning I realized, "Yes this is real." Thank God I had my son Derek to help with the funeral arrangements, important decisions, and just a strong shoulder to lean on.
I had a lot of conversations with God after that evening. The typical "God why her?", and then the most popular, "Is she in heaven?" Many of those questions seemed to be answered through what I call, "postcards from heaven."
These are things that have come my way in the shapes of cards, pins and coins. I have never hated God or blamed Him for this accident, but have actually found my faith getting stronger. The only thing that I hold onto is in Christ there are no goodbyes and I will see Tiff again. My prayer is for everyone who visit this web site to at least consider the possibility that God is real, and that Christ died on the cross for us, so that our physical death is just a passing into our eternal home.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28