I couldn’t let this day go by without pausing to wish someone very close to me a happy anniversary.
35 years ago today, my twin sister went home to heaven. Although I have no real memories of our short time on earth together, the bond between twins is very powerful and I know she has been with me in spirit all this time.
Now she has a long-expected visitor with her. I imagine the moment Dad breathed his last and his soul entered the heart of his Creator that the first thing he did was to behold the face of his little girl. What joy that must have been for both of them! She, along with my three brothers, have waited patiently for him in a place where there is no time nor space. They welcomed him home as if no time had passed. I imagine whatever the spiritual, body-less equivalent of a young, vigorous Daddy running toward his children and wrapping his arms around them is; he did it. He had faith all these years on earth that he would be with them again. It’s strange to me that all of these things happened around the same, dark, cold time of year. The five of them now have anniversaries within weeks of each other. That’s nice in a way. We on earth can saunter through their remembrance of their lives all at once.
Thinking back on this particular day I remember the last time I saw Dad. When I leaned in to give him a kiss and say good bye I whispered “Tell her I said hello.”
I know he did. And I know that joyous reunion is going to go on in heaven for as long as eternity will allow.
And I am happy for them.