She left us quietly, peacefully, and lovingly.
When I arrived from Europe yesterday morning, I whispered to her ear, “Mom, I’m here.  This is Bo, your son.  I love you.”
I knew she heard me because a tear escaped her eye.
I’ll always be grateful that she waited for me for an entire month before saying goodbye…

She was the first woman who loved me.
She loved me when I was conceived in her womb.
She loved me when I was a baby nursing on her breast.
She loved me when I went to school for the first time.
She loved me when I gave my first talk at 13.
She loved me when I wrote my first book.
She loved me when I got married.
She loved me when I gave her grandkids.
And yes, she loved me on her deathbed.

At 3:55pm, she slipped into blissful eternity.

I imagined her hugging my father, Gene, whom she called “Amor” for 62 years.  Dad must have been his dashing, handsome, wonderful self–how he looked like when they got married–not the old, sickly man who died 5 years ago.  And Mom?  She would be beautiful and passionate, young and strong, her jet-black hair, large eyes, and a warm smile.

I imagined her embracing Jesus whom she served all her life.

Thank you for your love and prayers.
Yesterday, God gave you and me a new gift.
You have a new intercessor in Heaven praying for you.
She is the mother of all our ministries.
She will implore blessings for you because you’re part of a spiritual community that was born in her heart.

May your dreams come true,

Bo