My Dad would be waiting for me, ready to embrace me with open arms. We'd walk heaven's highways, talking about everything under the sun.
He would be the first one I would want to see, because losing him was such a hard thing. But I am sure he would say, "Daughter, there will be endless time for you and I to talk and spend time together," and he would urge me to go to my Grandparents home in heaven and give them love. His mother and dad, and my mother's dad too. My Aunty Beverly would be there waiting to embrace me. And truly my great grandmother Francis would be waiting for me too. Ah, the thought of seeing them all again is bittersweet. It's hard missing those I love.