Where is she?

Today we celebrated Memorial Day by going down to the village and watching the parade while listening(as much as possible when you have two babies) to the speeches. While my mother isn't buried at the cemetery we were at, quite a few loved ones are. But truth be told, when Christopher asked about the stones, I thought about my mom. Kenny didn't go into detail about the stones. I started a dialogue in my head of how to explain what they were but didn't finish that conversation with myself.

Later on as I pulled alternating kids(my nieces and my boys) in our wagon up and down the street before dinner, I thought about mom. I remembered how she was at the end. I thought about how much I wanted to talk to her again. And I wondered where she is now. While all I can do is have faith, hope, and pray that she is waiting for me in Heaven, I can never be sure of that.

I'm a born again Christian and I believe that in order to go to Heaven, you need to be saved. My mom wasn't Christian. As far as I know she really had no faith or religion in her life. While she lay in her hospital bed my sister read to her from Psalms and when I knew she wasn't returning to us, I asked her if I could tell her my favorite verse from Philipians 4:6-7, which says in a nut shell, to ask God for whatever you need and he will give it to you. I told my mom it was ok to let go, and that she could ask God to take her. I don't know if she did, but I hope so everyday...