Wrong Day...Right Memory

I wrote a post yesterday remembering my Mom, who I said had died 18 years ago on the 28th of January (Yesterday).  As I reflected on that throughout the day, I realized that she died on the 30th of January.  How could I get that wrong?  I remember it as vividly as if it just happened.  It was the last Tuesday in January.  I checked the calendar all the way back to 1990, and sure enough the last Tuesday in January of 1990 was the 30th.  The points I made are all just as valid.  That I was two days off just shows that human beings are prone to error!  I think about her at one point or another most days.  Something one of our daughters does reminds me of her, or makes me wish she could see them.  Or I just want to ask for her opinion.  Or I'd like to have some of the nut rolls she used to make.  I don't obsess over her.  I just think of her.  Paul told the Philippian Christians that every time he thought of them, he thanked God for them (See Philippians 1:3)  In the same way, when I think of Mom, I thank God for her, and I count the blessing of being her son.  I live in the present, have great hope for the future, and give thanks for much that happened in the past, and sometimes for the truth that the past is OVER, and Jesus has paid the price for any sins I committed then.  I'm so glad for memories, even painful ones, (even ones that are off a couple of days!) because they show me how much God has done, and how far He has brought me from where I began.