Friday. 8:00 p.m. There was a big party. I wasn’t invited. My best friend got his invitation and attended. I have never visited the location, but read about it extensively. I think it sounds just simply fabulous. A place of complete love, peace, and I like to think “lots of glitter”. The celebrating continues and never stops as each attendee arrives. Meeting dear friends, family members, and probably meeting new friends. People of history—some important, some just common folk.

I was brave and never showed my sadness as I watched my partner get ready to go. He went—and the cheering began. It was heaven. Literally. Now I celebrate our 52 years together. I am at peace remaining behind, but know my invitation will come. There will be many miracles along the way—just like the miracles that occurred Friday at 8:00 p.m. March 27, 2015.

Jim. I miss you. I’m sobbing in the shower.