At Peace.

A few days ago it was the anniversary of my mothers death. It's been years of sadness, anger, questioning and yet no answers. She passed away from cervical cancer and it was very tough, not just for her, but for the whole family.

            I remember it very well actually, even though I felt like I was completely detached from the situation. It was a very hot day, as most days are in late March. There was so much uncertainty going on in my head, but one thing for sure is that I knew what I had to wear to her funeral and I knew I was going to bed that night a different man, a sad man.

            I couldn’t believe the woman that gave birth to me and to my brothers was going away forever. I couldn’t touch her anymore, I couldn’t annoy her anymore (lol I always annoyed her), and I definitely wouldn’t see her in front of me anymore.

            Anyways, this is an article not to make you sad, even though it’s hard to see any good from what I’ve written so far. But just wait. There’s good.

            After my mom passed away, a few days later, my Tia Sandra, called my family up to inform us of something…crazy? Remarkable? Even up to this point I still don’t know how to describe it.

            So my aunt told us on the phone that there was a picture of my mom in the plastic compartment on the very top-shelf in her room where she was being cared in. So we thought, “Okay, let’s go pick up the picture.” But she kept telling us that it was engraved onto the plastic compartment. We were confused, but we hurried to the hospice care facility and we were shocked at what we found.

     There was a picture of my mother on the plastic cubby…engraved. Now, when we saw it we figured, maybe while we were looking at pictures for her funeral video one of the photos may have gotten wet and the link seeped through. But, we didn’t have a picture like this and…this is the part that I can’t believe…it’s was literally burned on to the plastic. We tried to smudge it off but it wouldn’t come off. It’s like someone used a tattoo pen, powered by solar energy, and inked my mom’s smiling face with a lamb face underneath her chin. It all sounds crazy and hard to picture, which is why I have two pictures of my mom side by side. Tell me that doesn’t look like my mom.

            Anyways, when I saw the photo I started to cry, not because she was gone, but because I knew this was sign that she’s in a better place. She was letting us know that everything was fine, how can anything be wrong when she’s smiling like that in the photo?

            It’s hard to see but if you look closely there’s a lamb’s face on the right side of her face. It has a dark nose and it’s facing downward diagonally.

            I read about the, “Lamb of God” and the lamb represents innocence and suffering, which is what my mom was, an innocent sufferer who is now in a better place.

            

Edited by: Jared Cobble