Dear Sarah,
I thought of you when I heard about a man who died and went to Heaven and then came back. He told a story about how an
angel had given him permission to play a piano and he said, "I don't know
if I should. I'm really bad at it and
I don't want to ruin Heaven." And
the angel laughed.
I could see you saying things about ruining Heaven and making all the angels laugh. I'll bet Heaven has been a lot funnier since
you got there. But I'm sure you're not scared of playing music. In fact, while the rest of the angels are strumming their little harps I'll bet you pull out the electric guitar
and show them how it's really done.
I'm pretty
sure you're having a great time there, but I still miss you here. Sometimes when I watch a
hilarious scene in a sitcom or when hear an amazing song on the radio I
think about how much you would have loved it too.
I miss our
talks and our lunch dates. Remember how you ordered the alfredo sauce at Olive Garden and I ate it all and you had to order more because you didn't get any? Sorry about that.
I want to
thank you for what you brought to this world in the short time you were
here. You lived life to the fullest not wasting any of your precious time. You
loved fiercely and wholeheartedly. You
laughed freely and brought so much humor and happiness to this world. You were a loyal friend to so many
people and a wonderful wife and stepmom.
Thank you for all the gifts you've left behind, the music and the memories.
You are my hero in so many ways. And I'm still trying to be like you. I'm going to miss all the funny things you would say if you were here and all the adventures you would take me on.
I love you, Sarah. I'm sorry you had to leave so
soon.
Love, Jens