You know, sometimes, even seven years out, grief whispers when you least expect it.Tonight, I walked my little marshmallow on a string, Bijoux, down the block, then sat on my patio for a few minutes. I was listening to Spotify through my earphones, and Josh Groban came on, singing, “Where You Are.” He sang, “You are watching over me from up above. Fly me up to where you are, beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for awhile to know you’re there. A breath away’s not far to where you are.” As he sang that phrase, my eyes looked up into the sky at sunset. At that very moment, I spotted a jet leaving a contrail. Early on, I chose that to represent Larry being nearby, since his job was flying in the sky.
My heartache didn’t last long. It was over fairly quickly, but the point is this: there are still moments when I get wistful, and I have no doubt I always will, as long as I breathe. I’m always glad that my kids don’t have to feel what I’m feeling, for there is no way that he can mean the same to them that he meant to me, but I can still see Larry’s face so clearly, beaming, his big brown eyes lit up with excitement, something I got to see so many times here on Earth.
I will see that again and forever, starting with my first day in Heaven, when Larry shows me around and introduces me. It is a twinge of pain, all right…..but in it, lies a diamond: a promise of complete restoration.
My life, though vastly different here in Georgia, is filled with much contentment with flashes of joy.
I am grateful for every bit of it.
MARILEE ALVEY 
Just beautiful Marilee.
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