ππΊ ππΆπΊπ’ ππ’π―
My mother was recently cremated. And you know Iβve read stories about green bones appearing after cremationβsome say itβs rare, and that it symbolizes a life well lived.
To be honest, I was hoping to see that too. But there were no green bones.
At first, I felt a little disappointed. I wondered, was something missing? Anyway, it’s just a myth and some people say otherwise. But in the quiet moments that followed, I was reminded of something far more important.
My mother didnβt need green bones to prove that she lived a meaningful, beautiful life. Her legacy was written not in color, but in love.
She was a woman of quiet strength, deep faith, and generous grace. She touched lives not with loud gestures, but with a heart full of kindness. She endured trials, sacrificed much, and gave everything for her family.
God blessed her with a life that mattered. And in return, she lived it well. Thatβs more than enough for me.
As it is written: βππ¦ππ π₯π°π―π¦, π¨π°π°π₯ π’π―π₯ π§π’πͺπ΅π©π§πΆπ π΄π¦π³π·π’π―π΅… ππ―π΅π¦π³ πͺπ―π΅π° π΅π©π¦ π«π°πΊ π°π§ πΊπ°πΆπ³ ππ°π³π₯.β – ππ’π΅π΅π©π¦πΈ 25:23
I may not have seen a miracle in the ashes, but Iβve seen one all my lifeβin her. And for that, I thank God.
Rest well, Nanay. Your life was the message. Your love was the sign.
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