Who Do You Think Will Meet You When You Get To Heaven

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47 year old me…

Showed up on her doorstep…at 5 am…hadn’t been able to sleep…crippled with heartache…needed someone…and at that moment…felt…there was no one…

Parents gone…grandparents gone…friends still in bed…so left those daughters asleep at home with their dad…and went…to his mother’s…and there…the crying began…the hit rock bottom crying…the wailing goobery rocking kind of crying…the I can’t go on any more…crying…

And she was there…that mother-in-law of mine…and she’s been there…when the marriage ended…during those single years…after this new life started…

Her passing…is different than the rest…with her…it’s like she would be here forever…a trip to town…a phone call away…the loss…is devastatingly real…

Go back to that Texas potluck question…who do you think will meet you when you get to Heaven…have to admit…could think of no one…no one felt right…until now…

She’ll be there…for this old gal…when the time comes…like she’s always been there before…and sitting next to her…fluffy hair blowing in the breeze…will be that beloved friend of mine…Old Man Wrigley…

And what a glorious welcome…it will be…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…