Hugs from Heaven. [Happy Birthday]

You die, and people go on living. You die, and the world still moves. You die, and you stop growing. You stop breathing. You stop aging. You stop knowing. You die, and you don't know it. You don't know what it's like afterward. All you know is what you were, and what was. You stop hearing. You stop being. You stop learning. The life lessons are over and you are done apologizing, you are done crying, you are done saying you're sorry and praying for tomorrow. You die, and the world loses laughter. You die, and the world loses a smile. You die, and the world has a hole to fill. You can't be replaced. You stop being and you can never be again. There will never be another you.

God made you, fearfully and wonderfully. He made you beautiful. He made you perfect in His eyes. He put on you the Earth to live, to glorify Him, to follow His calling. He knew every hair on your head. He knew your every thought. He laid His hand upon you. He knit you together in your mother's womb. His works are wonderful, and He made you a part of His plan. If you chose to make your bed in the depths, He was still there. Everywhere, His hand guided you, His right hand held you fast. He never left you. He never forsake you. And, when you went up to the heavens... He met you there.

You die, and you lose your body but keep your soul. You die, and you continue to be loved. You die, and somehow - you live on. You start praising. You start singing. You start moving in ways never noticed before. You die, and the world lives on, the world lives on with you in mind. The world knows what it's like without you. The world knows how big the hole is. You don't. But, you know what it's like to dance before your Maker. You die, and you gain new life. You die, and we pray for the day when we to will die too - just to know. Just to be safe forever in the arms of the Father.

This world will end. Sooner, or later, in this lifetime, or perhaps the next - but it will end. It was always going to end. This life is temporary. Our lives are temporary. Our problems and our sorrows and our sadness... our failures, our losses, our mistakes... They will end. They are not permanent. They are not worth our pain. Our time. Our effort. We will die, and we will not know it. What will we leave behind? What will we focus our passion on? Where will be when this world ends, when our world ends, and we lose our bodies and gain our soul? Where do you want your soul to be?

You died, and I kept on living. And in the midst of a day, full of confusion and chaos and misunderstanding... I think of you. I think of God. I think of you together, in heaven, forever. And, sometimes, I wish I was there. My time here isn't over, I know that. But I miss you. And, I want to feel the arms of Jesus. I want Him to hold me now, I want Him to hold me forever.

Give Him a hug for me will you Auntie Karen? Oh, and God - Hug her back please, it's her Birthday you know :)