7 years.
My sister Libby.
Libby (my daughter) talking to Peter (4 month old brother) just now...
"We had an Auntie buddy. She died in a car hit. You never had a chance to meet her. I never had a chance. I never had a chance either. It's sad. But we'll see her in Heaven soon."
A few minutes later... "My name is Libby and Your Auntie's name is Libby too."
Today marks 7 years that my sister went home to Jesus. It's her "Heaven Birthday" today... the day she was ushered and birthed into Heaven.
I miss her so much. That's such a lame way of putting it. I was trying to figure out how to put "hell" in that expression to make it more emphatic but I didn't know how that works. "I miss the hell out of her?" "Hell, I miss her?" I don't think that worked well. So I just left it limp and flat with "I miss her so much."
Christopher, Libby and Me.
At her funeral I read the lines of Sarah Groves song "Going Home". I think it's appropriate to repeat them now.
I’ve been feeling kind of restless
I’ve been feeling out of place
I can hear a distant singing
A song that I can’t write
And it echoes of what I’m always trying to say
There’s a feeling I can’t capture
It’s always just a prayer away
I want to know the ending
Things hoped for but not seen
But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway
Of going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be home
I’m confined by my senses
To really know what you are like
You are more than I can fathom
And more than I can guess
And more than I can see with you in sight
But I have felt you with my spirit
I have felt you fill this room
And this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
Going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Cuz this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
Libby (my daughter) talking to Peter (4 month old brother) just now...
"We had an Auntie buddy. She died in a car hit. You never had a chance to meet her. I never had a chance. I never had a chance either. It's sad. But we'll see her in Heaven soon."
A few minutes later... "My name is Libby and Your Auntie's name is Libby too."
Today marks 7 years that my sister went home to Jesus. It's her "Heaven Birthday" today... the day she was ushered and birthed into Heaven.
I miss her so much. That's such a lame way of putting it. I was trying to figure out how to put "hell" in that expression to make it more emphatic but I didn't know how that works. "I miss the hell out of her?" "Hell, I miss her?" I don't think that worked well. So I just left it limp and flat with "I miss her so much."
Christopher, Libby and Me.
At her funeral I read the lines of Sarah Groves song "Going Home". I think it's appropriate to repeat them now.
I’ve been feeling kind of restless
I’ve been feeling out of place
I can hear a distant singing
A song that I can’t write
And it echoes of what I’m always trying to say
There’s a feeling I can’t capture
It’s always just a prayer away
I want to know the ending
Things hoped for but not seen
But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway
Of going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be home
I’m confined by my senses
To really know what you are like
You are more than I can fathom
And more than I can guess
And more than I can see with you in sight
But I have felt you with my spirit
I have felt you fill this room
And this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
Going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Cuz this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
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