I hope you are enjoying your first birthday and your 15th week in heaven today. For days, I have tried to figure out the right words to write in this letter to commemorate your birth and for your ascension. I’ve counted every week since you’ve been gone, honoring each Sunday you are not here. But it’s not of sadness – it’s full of joy that you are no longer suffering from the pain you experienced for many years.
To me, I imagine your entrance into heaven like this:
You went right up to the sky, no judgment needed because you lived a God-fearing, graceful life. Jesus was waiting there to give you the longest hug ever. You felt good that you were on your two feet. The next person was your brother Billy. The two of you had long conversations, mostly about the children you are now looking over on Earth. You both must be proud of the three JABs – Jaimell, Jarrelle and Jarrian – and the newest addition to the family. Next, you got to hold your baby brother Anthony. I imagine he would be the same little baby as you would describe him to me.
For your birthday, heaven would have a concert for you with Michael Jackson as the headliner and Aaliyah and Tupac contributing to the remix. You said you would often dream of famous people, particularly rappers and musicians, so this must be a dream come true for you. You are dazzled by the displays – not in an ELO laser show way – but you would be mesmerized by the dancing and costumes.
For you, I will eat your favorite birthday meal, those boneless spare ribs from your favorite Chinese restaurant, and I continue to think of you. I love and miss you greatly, but heaven needed you more.