4:02 a.m. is when you left me,
but not without stopping by my bedside one last time.
Seeing you walking away with angels was such a blessed sight.
I'll never know quite what happened by my bedside that night.
Did you pray over me one more time, like every night throughout my childhood?
Did you want me to know you were no longer bound by the prison your body had become?
Or were you simply a mother making sure your daughter was tucked in warm and tight?
Maybe it was all of these things.
I'll never know for sure.
Until one day when we meet again in the sky.
In my waiting, I'll cherish every moment, mundane, exciting, or fun.
I'll lean into the Lord's loving arms to find comfort, peace, and joy.
That way, I can be certain I'll reflect the Lord's light just like you'd have wanted.
Though I'll forever have this emptiness and void inside my heart.
Thank you for showing me how to be fully reliant on Christ.
I love you always and forever, Mom, until we meet again.