The lady that I am going to speak about is my mom. She had and was healed from cancer, but the side effects of all her medications had played terrible havoc on her body and there was nothing the doctors could do to reverse the damage that had already been done. Unknown to us, her last days were approaching. Even though I still had hope that God would bring her through this. We had already made it this far, now just a few more months and she would be fine. But our Lord had other plans, plans that we could not see. She must of known but never really said. On one of her many hospital stays, I was visiting with her and she asked of me one simple request “Don’t let them forget about your brother.” After her passing, I had found out she had made a simple request to one of my aunts “Don’t let my grandson forget about me.” Remembering back to her request of me, I was beside myself. Why couldn’t she had asked me to keep her memory alive, I am his mom. When it comes to my brother, Why me? Wasn’t there somebody else who would do a better job?
As the years have passed since her last request of me, I have to say. Yes, I have written to my brother but nowhere near as much as I should. Yes, I visit him but it has been a very long time ago. No, I have not asked others not to forget him because I don’t know how. This morning I was once again reminded of her last request. The view from my heart was not a pretty site at all, in fact it down right stunk. The conviction washed over me in realization that there was more that need to be done.
Check back soon for part 2 of “Her Last Request”
In His Love, Crisi