It's been two years today since you went to live with our Savior in Heaven. I think about you every single day. I miss you every single day. When something good or exciting happens, I still start to reach for my phone to call you before I realize that you won't answer. I guess after doing that for over 40 years; the habit sticks.
I was talking to Aidan today, and she told me about a short conversation that you had with her on the day you passed. I really wish I had known that that day would be the last--I wouldn't have gone to work...
But Aidan was home, and she told me your eyes were closed and you initially thought she was me. She said you whispered, "Mindy, I'm scared."
And Aidan, always knowing exactly what to say, replied, "Mimi, you know where you're going, right?"
You replied, "Yes."
Aidan said, "You're going home to be with Jesus, and when you're with Him, you won't be scared. I promise. And we will meet you there one day."
You replied, softly, "Yes. I know."
And those were the last words you spoke. Aidan said she hadn't told me that before, because she didn't think she could get through it without crying, and because she didn't want me to know you were scared. I understand that, because I still have your voicemails saved on my phone, and I still haven't been able to listen to them.
I'm comforted to know Aidan was able to comfort you on the day you began your new journey.
I had a dream about you a couple nights ago. In it, you seemed young, healthy, and happy. I believe that's actually the reality--in Heaven, you have a new body that doesn't age, doesn't hurt, and I believe you are enjoying being able to breathe without any effort at all.
But I still miss you. I am so glad I was able to take care of you in your final years. I know sometimes it was hard, for both of us, but I don't regret it, and I cherish the fact that you didn't have to spend your final years, and especially your final days, in a hospital or nursing home.
We are all doing well...I think you would be proud of the kids. Monet is happy, too, and doing very well. We visit her when we are in the area, and Patty keeps us updated with a million pictures and videos, like this one, where she's contentedly playing with a toy:
I think you would get a kick out of this picture where Monet is very interested in what Patty is doing with her toy:
Mom, we are all thinking about you today and remembering the happy times. I love you and miss you so much, and can't wait to reunite with you in Heaven.
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