The Worst Possible Mother’s Day

I thought my Mother’s Day was bad, with the kids bickering and fighting and throwing fits all day, and with having to see X in church, and having to go home and do laundry instead of goofing off. But my Mother’s Day was heaven compared with one mother I know, who was awakened at 6 a.m. on Mother’s Day with the worst thing any mother can hear.

You have to know this mother. She’s been a widow for upwards of 20 years, and her youngest son has just started his family — he and his wife have the most adorable little boy, only two or three years old. Anyway, one of  the other sons is a missionary in Nepal. She’s so very proud of him.

So she gets this phone call very early on Mother’s Day telling her that her son, the missionary in Nepal, has died of a heart attack.

That, my friends, has got to be the worst possible thing for any mother to hear — and on Mother’s Day, it’s doubly horrible.

Tags: Family Life, holidays, missionaries, Mother's Day, True Stories