This morning I received an email letting
me know that one of my dearest friends from our time in Boston had
passed away. I was so very happy for her, I just cried.
If you are interested, at this link you'll find something I wrote about this sweet woman
many years ago. Which will explain my joy at her entrance into heaven
last night.
Both of the women in the story I shared, who were
my counselors during a church responsibility of mine that was both
overwhelmingly beautiful and so very intense, have gone on to their
heavenly home. I will love them forever for how they served and loved
and cared. They both became close friends of mine for this life and the
next.
So picturing their reunion in heaven last night has me a
bit jealous. I long to be with them again someday and just feel so
joyful for both of them, for how well they lived mortality and that
heaven is their home again.
Heaven is real. I know that as
deeply as I know anything. And one more person I love is waiting there
to welcome me back one day. I'm so grateful.