… in a moment of certainty
I was out of the country when my mother died. Her death surprised me because I had always assumed that I would be there to close her eyes and possibly play some dramatic or heroic role. But she slipped away when no one was present. Within no more than half an hour of receiving the news (a text message from my brother) I felt an absolute certainty that she was with God, and that has never left me. It was a moment that I had both longed for and dreaded. It was clear to me that I had to preside at her funeral, which I certainly dreaded, not knowing whether I would be able to cope. In the end I was aware of being given a strength that was not my own. God had touched us all.