Mom, It's been three weeks since you left this earth and went home to be with Jesus. Some nights I find myself dreaming of what heaven is like and what you're doing. I hope heaven has a porch--a huge white wrap around porch--with glorious rocking chairs. If so, you're probably sitting in a rocking chair next to Jim's mom, loving on babies and enjoying a cup of coffee. I can only imagine the encompassing smile that graces your face doing so. Or, maybe there's a party tonight and you're laughing and dancing with Amy's dad and Kristin's dad. If so, I can only imagine the joy you're experiencing and your new found dance moves. Or, maybe you're talking with grandpa and embracing him in a hug that you've longed to do for so long. We're rejoicing that you're healed, but hurting so bad that you're no longer here. I miss you, Mom....I miss and love you so much.
I long for the day we're reunited.
with all my love, em