by Sharon Rondeau

(Apr. 2, 2016) — I didn’t know that it was time for you to go.

Despite not knowing, the feeling that all was not well was with me since Christmas.

As we watched the wonder of early flowers survive a late winter snowstorm during the holiest of weeks, you made your final journey home.

I hope that you did not suffer as He did on the cross on that Friday, the day you met Him.  As Easter weekend began, so did your new life, unbeknownst to me.

Now the celebration of that new life is yours.

After these last painful years, I know you are reunited with those you loved and lost on this earth.

I didn’t find out until it was too late, but a miracle provided a keepsake that no one can take away.

And flowers, lots of living flowers, all around me.

While they will soon pass, others will bloom as spring unfolds, and the birds will sing on this side of the rainbow.

And on yours, in a continuous song of joy.

Although I did not get to say goodbye, I will see you there someday, Over the Rainbow.

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