“One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was pack up my mother’s house after she passed away from cancer. As I went through the clothes that still smelled of her lavender perfume, her beloved books and the dishes we’d always eaten on, I wanted to hold on to each and every little memento and keepsake. But each sweet memory also filled me with a grief so profound that it took my breath away.
“One afternoon as I was cleaning out Mom’s hall closet, I spotted a little project we’d done to ease her grief when my father had passed seven years earlier: a vision board of magazine clippings of things that made her happy. She’d plastered it with pictures of flowers, the ocean, Bible verses, scenic mountains, even homemade pies. In the middle of all the colorful images was a copy of a black-and-white photo of her and my dad on their wedding day. ‘I’m putting this here in the very middle so I can look at it and know that one day we’ll be young, in love and together again,’ she’d said.
“I sank to my knees at the memory, suddenly overwhelmed. I miss her so much, Lord, please let them be together again, I prayed as I lifted the poster board. Just then, I gasped in shock as every single picture fell away…except the black-and-white photo. It felt like God was wrapping me in His arms and I understood: Because of love, they’d never actually been apart, and so my mom was still with me…love lives forever.”
—Deanna Hill, 59, Redmond, WA