My sister Connie said so long for now to her three kids at her cottage in Pennsylvania. She had escaped the hospital and, with the caring people of hospice, Connie took off to heaven to catch up with her husband, Bill, who had left a few months earlier.
I hope heaven is ready for Connie, because things will never be the same up there.
She may be advising Saint Peter, as she passes by the gate, to show a little more forgiveness and compassion to those with less-than-spotless records.
Connie will be surprised that all the saints and angels don’t speak at least seven languages. She will set up classes accordingly, just as she had at colleges and high schools on earth.
And what a shock it will be for Connie to learn there are no active bridge clubs to keep holy minds sharp. Her organizational skills will be on display. The first Annual Heavenly Yearbook will come next.
All the souls in heaven thought they knew all about true love and kindness. Now, they will meet Connie and have to step up their game.
Personal note: Connie, I love you so much. I am blessed to have you as my sister. You will always be with me.