I first met Jeannie Prinsen on Tim Fall’s blog, and today I’d like to share one of her recent posts. It touched my heart. In the past few years, I’ve lost a loved one around the holiday season: a miscarriage, my grandmother, a childhood friend, a high school classmate who left behind a year old child. So Jeannie’s beautiful thoughts encouraged me. Read the beginning here, then click through to read the rest of her post and leave a comment.
On Sunday, September 28, I arrived at Charlottetown airport at 4:45 a.m. to catch my 6:00 a.m. flight to Montreal. I had probably slept for no more than fifteen minutes total the previous night: a combination of flying anxiety, worry about oversleeping through my alarm, and sadness had contributed to my sleeplessness.
I had said goodbye to my mom just a short time before. Dad and I sat by her bed for a few minutes, and then I had to wake her and tell her I was leaving. She tried to speak to me, but couldn’t articulate any words. It didn’t matter. I will never forget those moments. I knew this was the last time I would see her on this side of eternity, though I didn’t know that she would die only 18 hours later.