Til we meet again

I'm sitting here trying to think of the words to say that describe how I feel. The lyrics to a church hymn keep scrolling across my mind, "God be with you til we meet again." If I try to sing them out loud I begin to cry.

A very special person that I met a little over three years ago passed away. She was.... IS McKays' Aunt Monica. Her spirit has left her body but that doesn't mean she's done being McKays Aunt or my adopted Aunt. Through the grace of Christ we will see her again.

Monica had a disease that made her body her prison. She was bound to a wheelchair and needed assistance with nearly every aspect of her life. Her body was brittle and stiff, her joints did not bend easily and she was in pain. But I cannot remember a single time when she was not smiling, when she was not joking. She was always pleasant. Now I know that perhaps she did have her bad days, but to me, I will always remember her as a happy woman. She was kind, light-hearted, loving and accepting.

This is how I will remember her. Now that she has passed on she can be freed of her mortal, imperfect body and walk. She can hug. She can dance. She can be whole and she will have the blessing of being with her Mother, who passed through this world over three years ago.

"God be with you til we meet again..." 

There is a song that comes to my mind when I think of death. You may have heard it before. It's called Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood. Its on my main page. If you have the time. Please listen to it.

". . .The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."

'This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home.'"