The skirt of my ivory gown swished playfully about my knees as I padded through the lush green meadow. The fresh aroma of sweet lilies wafted to my nose. There was a small gathering of the flowers by a trickling pond to my left. I inhaled filling my senses with the euphoria of the world around me. All was peaceful. I reached the middle of the meadow and lie down in the knee high grass.
A slight breeze swept my plaited hair out of place. The little strands danced across my forehead and tickled my nose. I was alone in this strange place. In that moment of utter solitude I felt the most enlightened feeling. I sighed, gazing at the wild blue yonder. Fluffy white clouds morphed themselves into various molds.
I was not afraid in this place. I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of my small frame. As I sat up I noticed a figure in the distance. It was a man framed by the picturesque mountains surrounding my little meadow. He was a slight figure. Rather small for a grown man. The man grew closer and closer to me. I stood and started to walk towards him. Then I stood back shocked at the sight. My jaw dropped to the ground. It was Jessie, my Jessie! Jessie with his brilliant wide eyes the color of night and shaggy beige hair. He sprinted to me and I to him. We collided and he held me enveloping me in his strong arms. I was too shocked to speak. I stood wide eyed gazing into his.
“Jessie...”, was all I could manage. Over and over again I murmured his name. Then he set me, gently, on the ground.
“ Babydoll, how I have missed you. You are here now and you are safe my love.” Then, his lips met mine. They molded around my mouth like butter. The softness of his supple lips reminded me of how I longed for his presence all those years ago.
Then it all came rushing back to me. It was like my head had smacked into a thick brick wall that was my reality. He released me suddenly as he stared at the frightened look in my eyes. I fell to my knees.
Jessie had died nearly 3 years ago.
I began to sob. If I was here then this was my heaven and I was dead. I cried and cried. I remembered my daughter and my grandchildren. My beautiful Christine had grown to be a wonderful woman. Would this change that? What would sweet Josephine do without a grandmother?
Jessie held me tightly in his arms letting me cry for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed my head repeatedly trying to comfort me as best as he could.
“Lily,” he said, “I know you are sad but you will be with them again soon. Now come we must go to the gates of heaven together. I am your escort, your angel.”
Taking me by the hand my angel lead me across the meadow to the kingdom of God.