#TBT - Does It Rain In Heaven?

For this throw back Thursday, I am reprising a poem written 6 years ago, after Jacquelyn's death. Grieving had turned into the promise of a new love, and it was bittersweet. Life tends to do that, doesn't it? So, accept with joy the good stuff and the bad. Treat every experience as a part of living. Life and death are our companions. 

I no longer fear death.

I know that you are there,

behind the midnight curtain.

You are waiting for me,

rolling your eyes,

laughing at my mistakes,

loving me after all.

No one knows what is on the other side of midnight.

But, I know that you are already there.

That is enough for me.

Do you wear gold and silver there?

Does your golden hair flutter in the breezes there?

Can I touch you there?

Will I be able to get there?

Each day I will live happily,

knowing the my destination is assured.

I know that you are, even now, at my shoulder.

You look at me

and know my heart.

For a time, I spent my days looking for signs of you.

I saw you on street corners.

I saw you in every room.

I walked to the car in which you spent your time,

and talked to the memories.

Sometimes, they talked back.

They spoke of the past,

and the present,

and promised me the future.

For a time, when the Sunday paper came,

preserved in plastic wrap,

I thought of you as I read it.

I saved the ads for you.

I put it on your chair,

careful not to replace any dust that I disturbed.

I love another now.

She reads the Sunday paper,

and we speak of the past,

and the present,

and she promises me the future.

I suppose the three of us

will be together,

in time,

if there is a heaven.

Does it rain in Heaven?