My mother died peacefully in June at the age of 85. First time for me to experience the death of a parent. It was a surreal feeling extracting her death certificate at the National Registration Department, part of me died with her, I think. Never thought that I would be officially declaring dead the woman who gave birth to me. Yet in the midst of heart wrenching bereavement, there has been much laughter, food, prayers and joyful memories with family and friends. It reminds me of the Last Supper.
Picture the scene. It was the night before he died. Jesus prayed, ate and I am sure laughed together with his disciples. Then he tells them, “Do this in memory of me”.
Memories bring a person back to life. His body and blood becomes a part of our body and blood. So to all the living who have lost someone and for all the deceased for whom nobody prays … let us do this … remember with love and pray with joy. They are in the hands of the ever living God.
I will miss you, mum. May you rest in peace.