Heaven- FB-FWG

My mother passed away in October of last year. Her older brother passed away Monday. She and her siblings were very close. I can just imagine them back together again.

She climbed from the boat. The calming smell from the rain summoned her. She waded to the shore. She didn’t need her walker or cane, her legs were strong, her mind was sharp. Only the happiest times flooded her memory. She stopped to pick up a flattened gold stone. Its value meant nothing. She turned and with a flick of the wrist sent it skipping across the water, the waves rippled into a sweet melody. She listened for a moment and then hummed along with the hymn. 

Another boat approached, nearly six months out, but she could see it, there was no strain on her eyes. She had no need for the glasses she once wore. “Row! You can row! You have the strength of a million horses. Hurry and come to me.” She called out.

“Darling.” The sweet sound of her mother’s voice stole her focus. “I promised we’d meet again in the sweet bye and bye.”

She laid her head on her mother’s bosom.

Her father stood inches away with a slight grin, taking in the loving reunion. “Your brother will be here soon.” He reached for a jewel covered stick and headed towards the mountain. “Come.” He said. “See the place he has prepared for you.”