Love you, mom

​Change is inevitable. Sometimes it is welcome, mostly it is not. The circle of life sounds smooth, seamless, necessary. In reality it is a painful, jagged ring of pain. Love only to lose. I miss my mom. Yes, I know having her for all my 59 years was a gift. I know that living just shy of 90 years is a blessing. But it still stings. My days are different. My evenings, empty. My heart is broken. She was more than my mom; she was my confidante and best friend. Our time together in the last years of her life was not for her benefit only. She still ministered to me. She still gave me sound advice. She still made me feel loved and respected. I needed her as much as she needed me.
So tonight I remember…
 I recall her warm smile, her gratitude, her unfailing love. I feel her safety, her trust, her tenacity. I miss her reminiscing, her sharing, her stories.
And tomorrow I move forward…
I know her peace came from God. I know her joy came from complete trust in Him. I know she trusted Him with her life. I know her story lives on through my siblings and me.
To grieve hard is to have loved deeply. It’s the price we pay for going all in. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Thanks for the best life a girl could ask for.
In loving memory of Dorothy Kirkpatrick Kuhta Smith
4/18/1935 – 3/4/2025
Forever in our hearts. Eternally with Jesus. 
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