It's two days after Louise's Celebration of Life service. She was cremated. It still feels like it's all a dream and not real. I have such mixed emotions from it all. I'm happy that she's in heaven and no longer suffering with her seizures anymore but I also regret so very much that we didn't stay in contact more over the years after our kids went their separate ways from their Taekwondo days together. Tim was training with a coach in Charlotte as an elite athlete in sparring. Greyson moved on from sparring to track at his school. Addy moved on from TKD to riding horses. Our lives were a whirlwind with our kids and we just didn't make the time or effort to keep in touch as we should have. That's the part that bothers me the most. She was my oldest friend. She knew all my stuff and her memory was so much better than mine in remembering our youth. What a pair we were and then there were three when Kris came along. We were quite the 3 Musketeers. That's what everyone who knew us called us because where one was the other two were almost always.
At the service I got to see folks I haven't seen in years. I hate it had to be under those circumstances though. Our old youth leaders had the photo albums out in the foyer and Louise, Kris and I were in almost all of them.
Our 3 Musketeer group is no more. I take comfort that we will see one another again someday when we are all in heaven together with our Lord and Savior. Then we can have quite the reunion. Until then it's not goodbye it's just see you later.
I think of the old hymn: "When we all get to heaven, What a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, We'll sing and shout the VICTORY!"
When We All Get To Heaven
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