The year it really hit me that every minute you have the opportunity to spend time with someone that means the world to you, you’d better seize the opportunity. It was December 17, 2003 that the last chapter of life spent with my mother, Mr. Deva Mae Franks Horn, ended. My mom’s will to live could no longer stand up to the overpowering cancerous cells that finally invaded her organs, took control and left her physical body too weak to fight. Immediately I knew this would be the last opportunity to spend time with her before she transitioned to that place of eternal rest. She fought the good fight of faith. She’d outlived her prognosis, and she touched the lives of many who admired her dearly.
This time of the year is always bittersweet. I still miss her. Yet, I’m grateful for the miraculous comfort and peace of my heavenly Father, which enabled me to go through the grieving process. Knowing the reason for this season, and the hope it brings gives me consolation when I remember her faith, hope and love.
Therefore, I do not grieve like others who have no hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13-14). As she believed so do I. I believe that Jesus, the Son of God was born of the virgin Mary, died on the Cross and was raised to life on the third day, and we believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died. Although the pain of separation is still difficult, the hope of our reunion gives me a reason to rejoice in this season.
December 26, 2003, she transitioned from this earthly realm to her heavenly home in Glory to be with her Lord.