I write this post with a heavy heart. Someone very special to me, has flown away, to the land where dreams never die, tears are always joyful, and the Son is always shining. His name was William T. Wilson, "W.T." to my family and he was my mother's first cousin.
He was a retired Baptist preacher, had a unique sense of humor and a dry wit. He married my husband and me, and believe it or not, was the photographer as well. I remember his visits to my Mom when I was a teenager, and then my visits to spend time with his family. His daughter is not only my cousin, but my friend.
Funny how you remember strange things, but today I was thinking about how when he would stay the night at our house, I would get up to fix his breakfast before he left. Why that sticks in my head, I have no clue. The last visit I had with him was a bit strained, as he was in the last stages of cancer, and a bit disoriented. But he still had his funny bone. I knew when I left that day, I wouldn't see him again this side of Heaven. He passed away peacefully, his son tells me. That is comforting, especially since he had suffered so much in the last several months.
I loved this man. And I know he loved me. I will miss him greatly. I mourn even though I know he is in Paradise. Good for him!! Great rejoicing took place last night as he entered the Gates. I can picture my Mom and Dad greeting him and all of them having a high old time. There is a bit of comfort in that, but at this point, not enough. My human heart and mind just can't get past the grief yet. It will lessen with time, and God will give us all a peace about it in time.
"When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the Victory!"
I love you W.T.
I'll see you soon.