November 15th, 2016….that was your fifty-sixth birthday on this earth, and your second birthday in whatever afterlife was dreamed up for you. You probably spent it sitting on a sandy beach somewhere with Papa, fishing and telling ridiculous stories about this family that everyone has heard a thousand times. Uncle Mac was probably running laps around the lake where you guys decided to spread out. He didn’t like to fish, so I have been told. Perhaps that changed in your afterlife. I hope that your afterlife is kinder to you than reality was. I hope that you have a smile on your face instead of a breathing mask. I hope your chocolate colored eyes are shining with joy and happiness the way they used to, before all of the life left them and they started yellowing as your life came to an end. I hope that your laugh is as infectious to those who waited for you on the other side as it was to all of us who still hear you when the wind blows. I hope that all of the pain that became a constant burden in your life stayed here on earth, and that you are free of it wherever you’re spending eternity. I hope the sun shines bright and that clouds are just a wispy white pillow on the horizon. I hope that your stars always shine down on you at night, guiding you into the arms of forever. I hope that all of us who you left behind make you proud to be part of our family. I hope that you will forever know that you were the light of our lives.
Forever Loved, Forever Alive, Never Forgotten.