Uncle Robert with his granddaughter Amber.
Our Uncle Robert passed away in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. Once again, I am reminded on how important it is to keep our loved ones close to our hearts.
Thanksgiving Dinner was one of the biggest events of our young lives. Makeshift tables were made in Grandma and Grandpa Roesberry's Dining and Living Room. There was a huge turkey; all the trimmings, desserts and side dishes of every kind.
Our summers were filled with visits from aunts and uncles, and cousins. And again, we celebrated birthdays; extended visits with friends and relatives combined.
As our families grew, those events became more like a rare reunion planned a year in advance. A person has a tendency to take for granted that everyone will live forever, when you are in your twenties or thirties.
I believe that even though we miss our loved ones' dear faces and smiles; they are enjoying a reunion of a different kind. They have the company of God and receive His Generous Love and Care instead of plates of fried chicken and potato salad.
Today, I am envisioning a huge picnic waiting for me on the other side. I will feel great joy as my loved ones wrap their arms around me and we walk together toward the greatest picnic ever.
The shock of illness and death can sometime overshadow the promises of our loved one's personal journey to the other side. That ache of longing and pain never quite leaves us.
But our belief in God and His Tender Care will be like a balm upon our wounded hearts.
There are no rules regarding attendance to the reunion except that you must leave all the baggage of your mortal life behind. No one wants to have ants or other pests at the picnic table!
Like any picnic, there has to be some preparation. We know what we have been required to do because our invitations have been clearly written out beforehand. We can take only our best selves so that our reunion will be sweet and joyful.
Some of us will arrive a little quicker than originally planned and others will be fashionably late. It doesn't matter as long as you hear the dinner bell when it rings for you.
I am feeling a little sad today, not for myself, but for all of my Uncle Robert's loved ones. I pray that God will shower them with comfort and blessings in the coming days.