My friend's mom passed away the day before Mother's Day.
At first glance, that seems a bit cruel to be dealing with the reality of her passing on the day in which they should be celebrating life together.
But what if...
What if heaven was a neighborhood with glowing street lamps, beautifully manicured lawns and houses with windows abounding? And what if we could ride the quiet streets at night with our windows down, inhaling the fragrance of untold thousands of flowers and getting a glimpse of the neighbors inside?
Would we see fellowship and reunion? The thrill of seeing those from whom we were separated ages ago?
In the case of my friend, her mom said goodbye to two of her very own sons many years before. Would we peek in and see their warm embrace?
Would my friend's goodbye be her brothers' hello?
Death, in God's world, seems more like rearranging the players to redistribute the love.
It is someone else's turn to inhale the fragrance of reunion. Our turn will come again.
Sleep well, my friend. I know the neighborhood welcomed her well.
