In a couple hours, at midnight, it will be September 21, 2011. The day that my Grandma Eunie would have turned 96. Like I said in my last post, just yesterday, I believe that everything happens for a reason. I know that it was her time to go, and I am beyond blessed to have spent her last hours with her. I'm also a firm believer in that nothing lasts forever, after all, people die. It's expected. I remember when (her husband) Grandpa Chet passed away, almost ten years ago. Death of a loved one is something you just don't forget about...which brings me to this.
Does life really go on after death? Does Heaven exist? I just finished a book, The Ten Best Days of My Life, where a woman explains just that.
I'm not going to give too much away, but it seriously made me wonder about what Heaven is like. Can the deceased really communicate and connect with those who are still living? And then, I think about the idea of white bufferflies signifying angels. Is that true? Last year, a week or two after my Grandma Eunie passed away, I was in the pool at my Grandma Karen's, and a white butterfly came by. My Grandma Karen said to me, "she's here with us, you know." Then, one year ago tomorrow, I was driving up to Minneapolis for a sports career fair, sponsored by the Minnesota Twins. As I'm driving, I see a white butterfly flutter by (that is what they do, isn't it?)
Anyways, what's I'm getting at is, those who have a place in our hearts, have a place there forever. They live on within us. Whether we "see" them in a white butterfly, "feel" them in the wind, or "hear" their voice, they're there. And this, is where my Grandma Eunie is...
Happy 96th Birthday, Grandma Eunie. I love you and miss you more than anything.