A Final Wish.

Sometimes my grief is hard because I’m not a religious person, but I know you were. You believed in God, Heaven, and Hell. I can only believe that your soul went to a better place, but I also want to believe that you went to the place you dreamt of and believed in. I want to believe that everything you ever believed in was true and that you are walking streets of gold with your Savior, whom you loved. I want to believe it so badly it hurts.

It also hurts not having you here, and to think that someone who is supposed to love us all would put us through the pain and agony of living without a loved one is impossible. Why would He bless us with these people and give us all these moments and memories only to separate us by six feet? A distance that doesn’t seem far but, in reality, is the longest distance us humans will have to go through.

I’ll never understand the belief in someone like that, but I believed in you, and in my soul, I’ll picture you in the place you always wanted to go and that you’re happy, with people you have lost in your life and strength that you hadn’t felt in years.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be in a place like that, but I do believe that somehow I’ll see you again, and if it’s only fleeting, so be it. One more glance at your face to know you’re happy is all I really want.