There are no random acts...We are all connected...
You can no more separate one life from another
than you can separate a breeze from the wind...
~ Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven ~
What are your views on Heaven?
When you die do you believe you will meet your loved ones in heaven? Will you know them and will they know you?
I asked this question to everyone I met after I had discovered my Mother was deceased. Most of whom I did not explain why I was asking, I just asked the question as if I was curious to hear their response. From my Catholic education and from my own personal beliefs I believed that: YES, when I die I will meet my loved ones in heaven, I will know them just as I knew them on earth and they will know me just as they knew me on earth.
Now there was someone whom I wanted to meet, I ached to meet her; I still ache to meet her.
Will I know my own Mother? Of course we met; she carried me in her womb for nine months. Dorothy and I shared the closest of all relationships, Mother and Child. I heard her heartbeat, her laughter, her cries, her conversations. But I never met her beyond that point. I believe she held me, hugged me, kissed me and squeezed me tight while she cried while letting me go. However, we never met again. How would Dorothy recognize me? I wonder if when she died if she asked Jesus “please let me see my Anna”. Did Jesus and Dorothy stand on a cloud together while he pointed and said, “Look, there she is”. I wonder if she looked down from heaven and was proud of the woman I had become. Assuming Dorothy did ask Jesus to show me to her then she has an advantage these last 30 years. She has seen me grow from the age of 19 until now 51. I have seen many pictures of my Mother, but I have never seen her, held her, and touched her.
I imagine that when I die, in God’s perfect timing, that I will step off of a cloud and there will be my Mother, standing there quietly. We will stand there at a distance from one another, just looking at one another, soaking in each other with all of our senses. Then my Mother will step forward and so will I and together we will walk until we embrace. We will hug; I will kiss her on the cheek, pull back and study her face, she will study my face. I will cry, she will cry. Our reunion will be happier in heaven than any reunion we ever could have of imagined here on earth. I will know Dorothy as my Mother and Dorothy will know me as her Anna. All of the many questions I have now will no longer be of any importance to me.
I try to live daily to be the best person I can be, to be a Godly person, love everyone just as God has loved me. Somehow knowing that I have a destination to meet not only Jesus but my Mother makes me strive even more to honor my Lord and Savior.
