On this Day, my Ma held hands with me for the last time as she tripped into Eternity.
I felt her pulse soften then totally fade away into mine. We were at my Sister's place, a three hour drive from here.
Mama Grace, and her silver curls shone in a ray of light falling in through a high window. The moment never leaves me. One moment she was here. The next she had stepped into Eternity. Just like that. How come we dont speak that much about Eternal Addresses when death is such a Terminal for all of us?
From the day we Arrive, we are on that journey and none of us even knows when we will meet our last moment, and how it really goes from there? Ma pressed my hand with the slightest extra firmness her feeble fingers could exert. I knew and she knew we were saying Goodbye, till we meet again.
Wow. Her name was, is Grace. Favour.
As another sun sets in my peninsula, I'm reminded of my Ma, and how we held hands in the Stillness of her Transit from Here to There.
Thank You Lord God for reminding me of Eternity.
Arrested by Grace – (my article ) https://share.google/QGmnLBOgTveKjFt8a
Daily writing prompt
What’s a small moment from your past that you still think about years later?
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