I often hear people say that they'd love to have one more day with a loved one who has gone on before them.
They want one last conversation, one last hug, or in the words of Luther Vandross, "one last dance."
I don't get it, do you?
I don't want to see my deceased loved ones again until I can see them forever.
Take my father, for example. I loved him with a fierceness that not everyone understands. My daddy could do no wrong in my eyes and I loved him with all of my heart.
The loss of my father came all of a sudden, it wasn't expected, and it hurt deep. In some ways, I probably still mourn his loss, but I would never say that I wanted to see him one last time. I don't.
I couldn't take that hurt again.
I don't want to see him until we can spend time together in eternity. I live for the moment that I can say "hello!" and I never have to say good-bye again.
They want one last conversation, one last hug, or in the words of Luther Vandross, "one last dance."
I don't get it, do you?
I don't want to see my deceased loved ones again until I can see them forever.
Take my father, for example. I loved him with a fierceness that not everyone understands. My daddy could do no wrong in my eyes and I loved him with all of my heart.
The loss of my father came all of a sudden, it wasn't expected, and it hurt deep. In some ways, I probably still mourn his loss, but I would never say that I wanted to see him one last time. I don't.
I couldn't take that hurt again.
I don't want to see him until we can spend time together in eternity. I live for the moment that I can say "hello!" and I never have to say good-bye again.
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