Live for the Reunion, but LIVE

Yesterday evening, I was writing in my daily journal about today…the anniversary of Josh’s passing.

Josh is my son and was 23 when he suffered (eventually) fatal injuries in a vehicle accident.

I started the entry this way:

“Six years. That’s a long time to be apart.”

Then these thoughts came….

I usually term July 22 “Josh’s returning Home day.”

As part of my spiritual beliefs and convictions, I see the time between birth and death as part of a much longer life story that has its origin in the family of God and its continuation in the family of God. Simply, I believe in Heaven — the place our spirit selves originated and to which we will return when our lives here are finished.

That’s likely why Josh “returning Home” feels, on one level, like a separation: “He’s gone Home. Someday we’ll see him again when we go Home.” We’ve living in different spaces or realms, but both still living. One day, the adjoining door will open.

I really, truly, wholeheartedly hold this to be true…and hold on to it. Oh, how I miss Josh.

So, back to when I wrote “Six years. That’s a long time to be apart.”

A little voice inside me said, “That’s six years less to wait.”

So, today, on the anniversary of Josh’s return Home day, I am six years closer to a wonderful reunion with one of my dearest people.

And, like Josh would want, I have time to make the most of all the time I have.

The day-to-day, moment-by-moment choice is to LIVE while I’m living…and waiting.

Thank you for reading.

[If you’re counting years since a parting, I hope something here feels like a hug. It’s intended.]

— Heather