In the last couple of weeks there have been a couple times now where I've taken notice of the season changing and I get an overwhelming sense of sadness. Autumn is going to bring winter, and winter and Christmas are beginning to play on my emotions already.
The sunny, warm, pleasant summer weather and activities have helped keep my spirits up, but cloudy, rainy, cold days are no doubt going to do the opposite, and I dread that.
Sometimes I have begun to think that indeed, everyone who knew Mo has naturally moved on with their lives, and she is beginning to be forgotten by all except me, hubby, and her brother.
Today, out of the blue, I received a text from one of her high school beach coaches, literally stating, “Hey, haven't touched base in a while and I want to make sure you know I haven't forgotten about Mo…” That meant the world to me. He is the one setting up her Memorial Beach Scholarship and gave me some details. The tournaments will be themed “Play Like Mo” and will entail giving it all out there on the court, even when being looked over by coaches eyeing the bigger, harder-hitting girls. Playing smart and with focus and mental fortitude.
She will not be forgotten! I needed to know that.
Hubby and I had to make a trip to Birmingham today, and arriving in her old stomping grounds, not to mention knowing it’s where she took her last breath, brought new rounds of tears and emotions. The afternoon was emotional and I now feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Why is it taking such a toll each time now? I’m going to bed early and will start fresh tomorrow.
Thank you for reading!
For the Scripture says to Pharaoh, “I raised you up for this very purpose, to display My power in [dealing with] you, and so that My name would be proclaimed in all the earth.”
Romans 9:17 AMP
Get some rest, my friend. Live to honor Mo tomorrow.
Alway thinking of you and all 4 of your family.