Last month my extended family said goodbye to my mom's older brother, Jess.
I imagine the reunion on the other side was glorious! Mother, father, sisters and brothers embracing their son and brother after a long separation.
I see Mom giving her big brother a hug, "welcoming him home." Dad would be one of the first to give Jess a heartfelt handshake, followed by a broad grin.
I am sorry for my cousins' loss, but rejoice that Uncle Jess is no longer weak, sick or in pain. He is happy and healthy, in the prime of his life.
How I love these people! I mourn each passing as they slip from this existence. I especially miss Dad. I tear up looking at this picture. His absence is sorely noticed.
This is the headstone of the two people who started it all!
Grandma and Grandpa's daughter, Aunt Myra. She left this world way too soon.
Isn't this a beautiful picture? They are all gone, with the exception of one. (Mom is the cute red head.) They are mostly all together. Once again, Grandma has her children surrounding her.
"Grandma, we are a bit selfish in this earthly realm. We want to keep June a bit longer. We know she is loved and her arrival is anticipated with great fervor, but we are not ready to say goodbye to another. Thank you for understanding. Love, Your Grandchildren."