Love

Love should have been your name. You gave me something no one can take away. Faith.
You were there when I was born. You counseled my parents. You took me as your own. You prayed for me since before I was born then you hold me and offered me to the Lord. There is not a single day you haven't thought about your children. Up until your last breath, they were in your thoughts.
You made us feel so loved, so warm, so protected, so encouraged...so close. You believed in us.
God gave you eyes to see us far away. You knew how we felt, so far, so alone. You warmed up our hearts and encouraged us to believe in God.
I awaited your calls. They were always on time. Until they stopped...Love, what has happened to you? Why didn't you tell us you felt sick? All so sudden, all soon. We thought we would have you forever. Oh, Love. What are we gonna do without you?
I wish I had seen you last year...to hold you, one more time... But it wasn't conceded to me to do so.
I think of you sick and my hearts in a thousand pieces. It aches so much, Love.
I am so glad to talked to you at the hospital, I am so glad I talked to you before you, finally, answered Jesus call to go home.
When I talked to you, I didn't want to let you go. You told me you had fulfilled your mission. You called me your firstborn. I didn't know what to say but "I love you, I love you, I love you." I heard you crying, Love, don't go, don't go, please. I am selfish.
You probably want to see the Lover of your soul. The One you sought with passion, the One who sustained you, the One loves you...the One who made you and needs you with Him.
We sang "Victory in Jesus". I am so glad we got to sing. I heard your voice gaining strength, it sounded so beautiful, so anticipating of your dwelling with the Lord....
Love, I miss you so bad, so bad. Who will call me? Who will I call? You were so happy when we got to talk, I was, too. Your name is on my phone, every time I see it I cry.
can you see me, now? Before you could hear me...but can you see me, now? How is it with Jesus? Do you understand everything? Are you wearing fine white linen? You are so beautiful.

Someone said, Love is a verb. Mami Lali , that should have been your name. Even when we did not very good, you reached out for us. You felt our pain, you rejoiced in our victories. You exhorted us when we did bad, you counseled us. You were always there, no matter how far had gone.
I love you, again. I feel like I haven't said it enough. I love you. I will always love you.
I wanna love like you, you provoke me to love...You are a true reflection of Christ.
Thank you. Thank you for loving us, for helping heal our wounds, for taking us under your wings.
We were so broken, I know you saw that. You were, too. But you were selfless, sacrificial, you were Love. You suffered in silence. You cried to the Lord in silence.
You wanted all your children to receive the Lord. You have given so much.
Thank you, Love. Thank you.
I will always love you.