I had a dream the other night and in it you were alive but sick. You were doing work around the house but very thin. Everyone was telling me that you were dying and I fought with everyone and told them you were fine and you were strong. I got mad and yelled at everyone who told me otherwise.
That’s not too far off on what actually happened those last few months you were still suffering here on this earth. I know you were a shell of what you had been, your earthly body was weaker than your will. I also know that now you’re not weak anymore and you can walk or run anywhere you want, but it still doesn’t feel real that you’re gone.
Sometimes I ask God to give you messages because I’m not sure if you can hear me. Hopefully you got them…
There’s also no time in Heaven so you probably don’t realize how many days have passed since we haven’t seen you… but I know… it’s about 243 days. I can’t say we’ve all moved on – not sure we can actually do that, but we are adjusting. The only way I know how to adjust is to think about how happy you are now and how you will never be sick again. I know you’re with your sister and your parents, niece and nephews – maybe even my sister or brother that never made it down here. When it’s our turn to be there you’ll give us the tour and show us around. It’s what you always used to do.
None of us wanted you to go this early, well, ever really. Sometimes it still doesn’t seem very fair- but that’s what this life is. Just a vapor…
We’re passing through here and I never really understood that more than when you passed over. You’re in the sweet spot… you have arrived and you made it. You passed the tests and fought through your journey. You lived through losing your parents and working, sicknesses, faith lessons and so much more. Now it’s our turn.
One day I’ll see you again… just have to pass a few more tests down here so I’m ready like you were.
Thanks for being a great teacher, Daddy.
Love you eternally,
“Daniela Bella”
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