Last night I put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt, got my new lounge chair, drug it out into the darkest part of my yard, laid down flat on it, covered myself with what was Kaitlyn’s afghan when she was home, hoping to see some of the meteor shower. I laid there and laid there and I searched the heavens that were visible to me but I never saw not one. I begged the skies, “Just show me ONE, that is all I ask.” But it was not to be.
But as I lay there I looked at all the stars. The bright ones, the dim ones, I saw the big dipper, I saw one of the spirals that is our own Milky Way Galaxy and I wondered how far away you are Kaitlyn. What could you be doing? What does one do in heaven? Are you mentally and intellectually stimulated and satisfied with the things in heaven? I cannot conceive of it but can only hope and pray that you In the paradise you so richly deserve.
And as I looked upon the brightest star of the sky I thought about what I already knew; no star shines brighter than you.
I buried my face in your afghan and I went inside.
This video has been shown to death I know, but it expresses so many of the questions that I have and how much I feel so well, I just had to post it again.
I love you Kaitlyn and I hope you are dancing.