You’ve answered some of my silliest littlest prayers like, “Dear God, help me enjoy the process of this dreaded grocery shopping and housekeeping.”
In my immature way, I wished and wished my prayer of letting my mum be with me for much longer, be traded with the rest and be answered instead.
I wished that she has the chance now to enjoy a better daughter. We would have such a wonderful relationship now that I’ve learnt how to love.
But Your ways are a mystery. And it’s beyond my comprehension.
The only comfort is that I’m assured that mummy is safe with You in heaven. Two years free of earthly pain, suffering and sorrow.