I was just waking up, as I usually do at that time of morning, but usually I turn over and try to get back to sleep. This morning, I got the phone call. Once told that my mother has fully transitioned to the other side, I thought of things I would be doing no longer. I fought not to feel guilty for not visiting her yesterday (my plan was to see her today). Less than 24 hours after writing the last post in this blog, the process of full transition was underway.

How do I feel? Empty. My tear ducts are dry. I started making a list of what I need to do and where I need to go. The first thing was sending texts to friends, her pastor, my son and relatives. Next was what I needed to do: find a funeral director, gather the pictures I found earlier this week, and I will continue to add to the list as the day goes on.

I know at some point everything will kick in emotionally, and I admit I am not looking forward to that. But I thank God for how he flooded me with peace yesterday, after I offered a prayer asking Him to take her home. I even slept better last night. If there is something to be happy for, it is that mom is no longer in pain, and that she started her flight to be with God as she was sleeping.

Now on to getting busy with my list of things to do….