Two years

Think

by Anonymous

Of stepping on the shore

And finding it Heaven; 

Of taking hold of a hand

And finding it God's hand; 

Of breathing a new air

And finding it celestial air; 

Of feeling invigorated 

And finding it immortality;

Of passing from storm and tempest

To an unknown calm;

Of waking - and finding you're home!

Two years ago today my mom went home.  I found this poem in her desk and know she believed it with every ounce of her being.  Mom, you're home!  I still miss her everyday, but find such joy in knowing that she is enjoying eternity in Heaven.  This poem truly gives me so much hope - thanks for the reminder, Mom.  I love you.