The following is the latest column by Margaret Klump.

Today is Mother’s Day. I have fond memories of my Mom. There were six of us kids; I was No. 4, born when she was 38, and she had twin girls when she was 40! We never had much money, but we always had enough to eat — a lot of good soups — and she made all our clothing, including coats. I never heard her raise her voice — she was always soft-spoken and loving.

I tried to be that kind of mother. My mothering was hardest during the summer of 1964. We had seven children, ages 1 to 10. Life was so painful that year. Our 2-year-old son, Danny, was dying of heart disease, which had shown up when he was 15 months old. At that time, I didn’t think he could be very sick, since he ran no temperature — his breathing was labored and he would not lie down to sleep! Our family doctor said, “I can hear nothing in his left lung’ and had us take him to Toledo Hospital. The doctor there examined him carefully, and told us what he had. So life became abnormal of us. I spent a lot of time taking him for doctor visits and stays in the hospital, all the while trying to look after the other children and keep laundry done and food on the table, while my husband had the farm to run and cattle to feed. My mother-in-law, next door, was a gem, helping us as she could. My mother took our 1-year-old son for several days at a time. My heart was torn by all the physical needs for Danny — the doctor said our son had about two years to live.

I remember just longing for a normal day — no illness to deal with, no oxygen tent, no worries about what was happening — just a nice, normal, run-of-the-mill kind of day!

I remember one early evening, little Danny looked out the window and said, “Gettin’ dark out, Mama.”

I said, "Yes, it is.”

“Not dark up there!” he said.

I asked, “Up where, Danny?”

“In Heaven,” he said.

He knew about Heaven — we taught our children about Jesus Christ and Heaven. We often told Danny, “Jesus is going to make you better very soon!” knowing that He could just heal him, or take Danny to Himself, which was the ultimate in healing! The doctor had advised us to leave Danny in the hospital as his death might traumatize his siblings. However, our kids knew that when Danny passed, he would be safe in the arms of Jesus.

Currently, we ALL would like to get back to "normal" — life has certainly been turned upside down for us, and how we all are hoping for the day when we will not hear “COVID-19” and “Be Safe!” day after day, week after week. Life may look dark to us at times. But it’s not dark up there! God assures His followers of His constant care. “He Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you nor will I ever forsake you,'” which is found in Deuteronomy and in Hebrews 13:5. Since God cares for us, we need not be afraid of the future. He loves you more than you can imagine! He is just that kind of God! He can be trusted with your life — you just need to give it over to Him.

Danny died in early August of 1964, 10 days past his third birthday. Our other kids accepted it with no fear and few tears. Life returned to "normal" for us — he remains in our memory and he now lives in eternal Light and Love, and someday, we will have a joyful reunion.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms out there, and God bless you! Life WILL return to "normal" for all of us — and hopefully, we will have a brand new appreciation for our families, our jobs, our homes, and our dear USA!

Margaret Klump lives in Ottawa Lake. She can be reached at dmklump@gmail.com.