The Reunion

Early yesterday morning, there was a reunion.

Gathered 'round the pearly gates were my Uncle Rob, my Aunt Helen, Great-Grandma Peggy and our own little Angel. My grandmother's soul had been summoned and she made her appearance, leaving behind the body filled with cancer and pain, crossing Heaven's threshold in a new, glorified form. She has seen the Saviour's face and the host of loved ones awaiting her entrance.

This weekend we'll have our own reunion of sorts, as those of us who knew and loved her gather to celebrate her life. We'll hug family members we don't see often enough and our conversations will recall our memories of the woman I called "Ma."

Yet our reunion will be tinged with shades of sadness, our emotions overflowing into tears as we bid farewell the relationship we shared with her here. But her reunion? Not so. No, her tears have been wiped away and she is safe, rejoicing and whole.

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