I hope it's a beautiful day in heaven today. I hope the sun is shining a bit brighter, the clouds are white and fluffy, and there is a celebration going on in your name. I bet you are laughing with family and friends, completely at peace, and happy beyond belief.
I know you're in a better place, but I will always remember this day as bittersweet... because this day last year, you left this world.
When I heard the news, I was heart broken. I felt so upset with how it happened. You were still so young, not much older than my own mother.
Memories came flashing back from when I was little. The way your house smelled. Thanksgiving at your kitchen table. The art supplies you got me for Christmas. The little wooden houses you crafted. Your hugs. Your voice. Your laugh. Your smile...
I couldn't believe you were actually gone.
Part of me felt so upset with myself for moving away. I wish I would have been more involved, called you more, let you know when I was thinking about you, and made more trips back home.
Your celebration of life was so beautiful to be a part of. I'll never forget how I felt listening to your favorite music echoing through the church. It was like you were right there with us, letting us know that you were OK.
I often look back on the precious comments you left here... one of my biggest supporters from the start, you always made me feel special and encouraged me to believe in my dreams. I know you were proud of me...
I love you, Auntie Jan. I miss you all the time.
If it's allowed, I hope you get to pour yourself a glass of wine today... ;)
But, if not, I hope the angels play your favorite music: