A birthday invoice

It came on my brother’s birthday, a reminder of what happened one year ago. The memories keep returning– decluttering my parents’ condo and receiving the knock on the door, transferring my mother to Metro, her surgery, the night in the hospital with my father, another move to Freedom Village, and then her eventual passing in September.

It was strange receiving the invoice for the memorial on his birthday. I didn’t send him a text until the day after, asking about the payment.

The month of July will probably always be a strange month while thinking about my mother’s fall, but the first year is probably the hardest. The memories seem to fill my mind at different parts of the day.

Now today, my father is living at the same facility where she passed- Waterford. COVID-19 prevents visitors inside the building. He frequently Facetimes with us which is a blessing. His hearing is better. These are blessings.

The journey is different now. We are here in Indiana, dealing with COVID-19 school challenges. He is there, dealing with loneliness and emotions over being without his dear wife. Through it all, God is our comfort and peace. We cling to this truth and know He is always faithful. The Lord is with you mighty warrior.