Yesterday (Wednesday) was my 49th year to Heaven or Hell or even eternal sleep. See it how you will It was my first birthday without my mother ringing me and saying:
"Hello David. Happy birthday."
Just a few words that I will never hear my mother's voice say ever again. Not in this life any way. Life is so cruel at times. I nearly put a swear word there, but I won't. I thank God for my mother's life for everything she ever did for me. Grief is very strange. My mother died (passed away even) in January and I thought the pain had eased. Then some occasion comes around and the morose feelings over whelm you once again. You only have one mother.
Many moons ago I used to be a born again Christian. I really believed that Jesus was my friend. Some how I drifted away and circumstances made me cynical and even at times wonder if God exists. However when somebody like your mother dies, you change your outlook on life. You can either be bitter, or you tell yourself, there's got to be a God, you have got to hope that you will meet your loved one's again.
My good friend and fellow blog writer: Pat Papertown 2 puts it perfectly:
"Better to believe in God even if he's only an illusion(better to have a glorious illusion than a 'meaningless life'), I think."
I couldn't put it better myself. Here's a track by the late Norman Barratt: "Your Love." I think a member of his family recently posted it on You Tube. I thank them for that! Norman Barratt was in the early nineteen seventies rock group 'Gravy Train'. I once saw him and his band at a Christian music festival in Bedfordshire in the early 1980's. The lyrics are superb and mean so much. Hope you enjoy them.