Heaven is a place that is hard to fully imagine. Is it full of white puffy clouds, the way it has been portrayed in storybooks? Are you welcomed by the voice of Morgan Freeman? Are you put in some game show outside the golden gates where you have to answer one final question to gain access? I don't know, but my mind can't help but wonder if there is some close association to our earthly personas. Because of my active imagination, I have a picture of it in my mind. It looks something like a vista we would see in New Zealand, perhaps a field of purple and yellow flowers blanketing an undulating hill that leads down to a calm phosphorescent blue lake. Since we lost our friend Melissa Albin yesterday, my view of heaven seems even more welcoming. Up there, they are very lucky to have her for a perfect angel has come to light. She looks the part, because she has spent her life playing the role of angel better than just about anyone I know. A beautiful woman in white sits criss cross with a circle of little children around her. The children sit and pick at the daisy shaped flowers as they await their story time. She asks them how their day is, listening fully as she did when she was here. A small child looks up at the beautiful angel and says that she misses her mommy. Seeing her sad face, Melissa holds up a magical book and opens it. The little girl comes closer because she wants to see the details. The little one takes a flower and slides it into the nook of the angels ear as she cozies into her lap. The angel's wings gently wrap around the little one making her feel safe and loved. The images in the book move, much like in Harry Potter. Melissa expresses the thoughts seen in the images that are familiar to the child who gazes into them. The children in the circle lean forward to get a closer glimpse into the little girls story. Somehow Melissa is connecting the little girl to her family that she misses, telling her that the girl's brother is learning how to ride his bicycle without his training wheels. Wide-eyed, the girl looks into the book and sees and image of her brother riding and her mother running arms-stretched out, close behind smiling a proud smile. The little girl smiles and puts her head against the beautiful angel. She is feeling connected to both heaven and earth.
Melissa, will you be our connection? Will you help us connect to something far greater than what we are capable of here on earth? You still have the ability to transcend what feels disconnected by finding a way to bring us closer. Your's is a presence that will always be. I have no doubt in this. We love you.