I wonder how birthdays in Heaven are done…
I’ve heard there’s no aging and everyone’s young.
No wrinkles, no gray hairs, no dentures, or glasses.
Just looking eternal as eternity passes.
It tantalizes my mind as I think on these things
And the picture of you imagination still brings.
A beautiful lady walks my memory…
I remember how you looked at age thirty-three…
Earthly birthdays can’t matter at all anymore
Because time is suspended at Heaven’s front door.
Unless God allows memory to pull up this date
Maybe we’ll be the only ones to celebrate.
But I’ll celebrate you, little sister of mine.
I’ll sing as I did when you were just nine…
Or ten or eleven… on to sixty one…
For that’s when your earthly birthdays were done.
It was just last November…it hurts to recall.
We were laughing and talking and having a ball.
Two weeks or later God did take you Home
And I’m still in shock that you’re actually gone.
Life here without you has lost so much joy.
But memory is one thing that death can’t destroy.
And I still remember when you came along…
I held you and rocked you and sang you a song.
Yes, it was probably something by our friend E.T.
The ole Troubadour loved by both you and me.
Give him hugs for me, Ginny, and now let me say.
I love you, sweet sister…have a Heavenly Birthday.
Ginny, Here are your daisies, honey....
~~Dedicated to my brother-in-law, Dale
(who misses his wife so much)
And to their children
Kim, Shannon, and Dale Jr.
and to all their grandchildren~~
My beloved brother-in law, 18 months
after his wife's passing, joined her in
that city. Perhaps they are celebrating
this day in another realm.
Virginia (Ginny) Hayes November 27, 1950-December 14, 2011
GINNY AND ET
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection
and the life. He who believes in Me, though
he may die, he shall live. And whoever
lives and believes in Me shall never die.
Do you believe this?"