The 4th Sunday in July is the annual homecoming and decoration at my home church where my mother is buried. As I decorated her grave, I couldn't stop a few tears from falling. She died when Isaac, my youngest, was 8 months old. That was 12 years ago. It doesn't seem possible she's been absent from my life that long. I still miss her so much. The kids will do something noteworthy or perform in something at school and I wish that she was there to see it. I wonder if she would be as proud of them as I am. I know the answer to that....of course she would! I know she'd be proud that William has achieved a long time dream of being drum major of his band. He had to wait till college to do it, but he did. He will be leading a 200 member band this fall at UWA. Isaac is also in his high school band and he will be an important part of building that program back up after a change in directors. He is making great strides in learning to sing parts, and he's a dynamite tenor at 13 years old. I know she'd be so proud of him too. I think they would have had a special relationship, had she lived. At William's birthday party, less than a month before her death, Isaac wanted her to hold him so badly. He followed her around in his walker and stayed right in front of her when she sat down. She was so weak she was afraid to hold him, afraid she would drop him and hurt him. Even though he stood in front of her and held his arms out to be picked up, she wouldn't chance it. When she walked to the table to try to eat a bite of cake, Isaac held his arms out again as she walked by, begging for her to hold him. I will never forget as long as I live how she bent over the walker he sat in and he grabbed her around the neck with his little arms and held on so tight. As if he'd never let go. I wonder if he knew somehow that this was the last time he'd ever get a hug from his mawmaw. That picture is forever burned in my mind and a precious memory that never fails to bring tears to my eyes. I know she'd be so proud of them. But I would not for the world bring her back here to the suffering she was enduring before her homegoing. Cancer is a horrible thing. Watching someone central to your world suffer so much is awful. I miss her everyday. I think of her everyday. But I know she is healed and in heaven with the One she served so faithfully here on Earth. She joined her parents there and I know the reunion was joyous. I plan to join that reunion some day. That's why I have more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday. I have my grandparents, both sides, aunts, uncles, cousins, and dear friends that I can't wait to see again. Every year it seems that I have yet another reason to look forward to my own homegoing. I hope it is as peaceful as my mother's was. She went to sleep and woke up in heaven with her Lord. I hope, no pray, that I can do the same when my own time here ends. You see, I know where I'm bound and I have no fear of the destination where I will spend eternity. It is my sincerest prayer that you can say the same. If not, I pray you will find the path that leads to God before it is forever too late. May the Lord bless and keep you friends. Have a wonderful day.