Death is only painful for the living.
I'm sure you are happy in Heaven, but I can't help but be sad you're not here with me and I know that's selfish.
But if Heaven had a phone, I'd call it everyday. I'd check on my family, I'd check on my friends, my classmates and even my acquaintances.
I miss my great grandma's white curly hair, long beautiful nails, purple embroidered shirts and love of all things happy, beautiful, natural and sweet. I miss her bubbly personality and giant heart, but it seems as if she may have given some of that to me after her passing.
I miss my grandpa's voice, his sweet, caring voice that always put a smile on my face. I miss his funny little phrases and sayings. I miss sitting across from him at the dinner table. I miss those precious, happy, "Hi! How was school?" greetings at 3:00 everyday when I got out of school.
I miss my aunt's hugs. I miss her Memorial Day cook-outs, Easter egg hunts, and family gatherings at her house. I miss her love for animals, children and all things sun, beach and fun related. I miss her loving, caring nature and her strong will. I miss her presence.
I just wish I could call. I wish I could call and tell them about school, about my success, and my failures too. I wish they knew me now. I wish they knew all I've been through and how strong I had to be to come out of it all as a better person. I wish I could ask about Heaven. I wish I could ask them about God and all the angels.
I just wish they were here but since that's not possible, I guess I'll just keep wishing Heaven had a phone.




















