Dancing with Jesus

My mom had called earlier to say she was at the ER with Grandpa. He has Lou Gehrig's disease and was having a hard time breathing. I told her to not worry, they would give him some oxygen and he would go home and be fine. I was actually more worried about how many stinking hours they would be stuck there.

And then I went out back and watered the plants.

When I came back in and saw that I had five missed calls, all from family members, and a text from Andy telling me to call him (he's on his way down to LA), I knew why everyone was trying to get ahold of me before I called.

I am sad.

I have cried.

Cried because I'm not there with my family.

Cried because Henry won't remember his great-grandpa.

Cried because he will never meet his twin great-granddaughters.


But I find rest and peace in knowing that my devoutly Catholic Avo is in heaven dancing with Jesus in a brand new, pain free body. A body that works just as it was intended to, and that he is in the presence of our Holy and Mighty God.

The more I think about it, I'm almost a little jealous...

I can't wait to see him again.