I knew my mother was in heaven. Although I missed her terribly, what I missed most were her prayers.
For several weeks I’d felt mounting tension and nervousness in my stomach as Mother’s Day, the day I dreaded, approached. Most Sundays, I travel to churches to sing and minister, but I had asked my husband to try and avoid booking this day because I didn’t want to be in front of a congregation on the first Mother’s Day without Mom.
Of the 12 children my mother had, I was the baby. She was 45 years old when I was born, and we were close up until the time she died.