Some believe when you’re dead – you’re dead. Nothing more. We live. We die. That’s it.

My Mother was born 100 years ago today. One hundred years. She has been gone from this mortal life as we know it for 15 years. She didn’t make it here until her 85th birthday anniversary.

And I sit here today especially missing her.

One hundred years. Such a short time for someone as beautiful as her. I can still see her smile. And seeing her smile gives me one too.

So I am not going to remember her with sadness today. Because I and she are two people who believe that when you leave mortal life here you open your eyes somewhere else.
Because we never die IF we have ever LIVED.

And I could end this here but I won’t because someone somewhere just might want to know what she means if we have ever lived we never die.

There is one who can answer that. His NAME is JESUS.

John 11: 25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: 
26 And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?

Well, do you?
Mother and I do.
   

These are two of my favorite pictures of my Momma. One, so young, so in love with my Daddy; and two, still young even in her mid-seventies, still beautiful, and still smiling. 
And this is me, some weeks ago, 

Until Next time, holy hugs, Kathie