It Will Be Alright

SCENE 1: It was August 2012 and the worst moment of my life. My mother was dying more rapidly than I and my sisters imagined, and I had spent the last hour holding her hand while she dozed in a special lift chair. The clock taunted me like an executioner. I knew that I had to fly back to California and leave her for the final time, and eventually, that time arrived. I went to grab my bag, but when I returned to say goodbye it was obvious that this would not go well. I stepped into another room to gain composure but failed, so I simply collapsed in loud tears into her shallow, yellowed chest, and through my sobs could hear her raspy, comforting, motherly voice whisper, “It’s going to be alright.” It sure didn’t seem so. When I stood to leave, I strode quickly out the door knowing that I would never leave if I looked back. A man should never have to turn his back on his dying mother, but I did.

SCENE 2: Three weeks later, I am on an afternoon flight from Los Angeles to Memphis. That night, through the miracle of air travel, I would sleep in the bed my mother died in that morning, two thousand miles from where my fateful day began. I reviewed the eulogy fortunately written the day before and fought off tears on what otherwise appeared to be a normal flight. Troubled and weary, I put away the notes and plugged in earbuds in a futile attempt at distraction and scrolled through the flight’s music offerings. For some reason, I selected Three Little Birds by Bob Marley and soon heard his hopeful, comforting, spiritual voice say, “Don’t worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright.” The tears flowed easily now, and if anyone noticed, I didn’t give a fill-in-the-blank.

SCENE 3: It is February 2016 in Malibu, California, and I am driving down the Pacific Coast Highway for a lunch appointment with a good friend. It is sunny, blue skies, seventy degrees, and heavenly. Lunch will be served by the Pacific Ocean with surfers bobbing in the waves. It has been a bit of a rough month personally, physically, and professionally, but I am recently feeling better on all fronts. Per usual, my Legend CD by Bob Marley & the Wailers is playing, and my old friend is reassuring me once again that every little thing is gonna be alright. Mom was right. Of course. She always seemed to be.

9 responses to “It Will Be Alright

  1. It’s amazing that your mom was the comforter during that time, showing Jesus to all!

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  2. So true. Unforgettable.


  3. Sandy Ross Smith

    My heart and eyes are overflowing. The last time I got to see your mom, she already knew it would be the last time. I told her we loved her and when I bent to kiss her cheek, she returned little butterfly kisses that felt like angels’ wings on my face. I will miss her forever.

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  4. Thank you, Sandy. Mom loved you so much.


  5. Great post, Al.

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  6. Beautiful tribute to your Mom! It’s going to be alright…….God is in control!

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  7. A lovely and beautiful tribute to your Mom!
    I could picture all as you so vividly described
    each scene. I know it’s been 4 years but I am
    just reading your blog. As I experienced the same
    37 years ago the death of one’s Mom is always
    a vivid memory and one that we learn to live
    God bless you,


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