This Easter has brought with it a wave of emotions I didn’t see coming. It’s only now that I have fully realized we had created a silent tradition in our marriage: Easter was for Mum. From the time we got married, Christmas naturally belonged to my husband’s side of the family and without needing to spell it out, Easter became the special time we reserved for my mother. It was our thing. Her time. Her season.
Year after year, we would look forward to celebrating, visiting, laughing, sharing meals and creating memories around her. It was subtle but sacred and it gave our marriage a beautiful rhythm of honoring both families.
But this year, the silence is loud. Her absence has made this tradition feel lost. Something that once brought such joy now carries an ache. A piece of our marriage rhythm is broken because she is not here to hold her part in it. With pain I mourn her absence. But with immense gratitude, I celebrate her life.
This Easter service, the preacher’s message brought me unexpected comfort. He spoke about heaven about how those who leave this earth in Christ go to be with Him. And it hit me! Mum is there. I am sure of it. She lived her life so intentionally, so full of love, discipline and unwavering faith. Her walk with God wasn’t performative. It was real, steady and admirable. I wish more of us lived that way. To live in such a way that when our time comes, heaven feels like the natural next chapter.
Lately, I find her presence in the smallest things. She’s become sentimental in all I do in her memory, her words, her lessons, her warmth they linger. Her impact is deeply woven into who I am now.
Rest well, Mum. This Easter I imagine you singing and rejoicing with the Lord surrounded by glory. We miss you deeply but I know you are where peace and joy abound. Forever in my heart.
TUHAME ❤️