I would like to invite you, dear readers, to take a journey back in time with me. A journey that started out early Saturday morning.  A drive that resembled a ride on a roller coaster with its ups and downs, and twists and turns.  A journey that I desperately needed.

Was that the clock I heard? It couldn’t be five-forty five a.m. already.  After a night of tossing and turning, thinking about my angel sister, and tears, I wasn’t ready to get out from under my warm covers. As my husband turned off the beep, beep, beeping sound, I closed my eyes for one more minute, wondering why I committed to traveling to Harrisburg.

Another minute went by, feeling weary and lost, I thought about calling, waking whoever answered the phone, telling them that I didn’t feel well, but then, I thought about how disappointed my daughter would be.

 One more minute ticked away. Dear Lord, help me. Two minutes later, I pushed back the covers, sat up, put my slippers on, and went down to have a cup of coffee. Fifty minutes later, I was showered, dressed, and out the door.

As we traveled the highway, many thoughts of Emma went through my mind; sad thoughts, her last day thoughts, funeral thoughts. Dear Lord, help me.

Then something beautiful began to happen as we traveled away from the warehouses, the hustle and bustle of tracker trailers, and whizzing by of cars.

Farms started to dot the landscape with cows, sheep, and goats roaming almost if they were enjoying the sun and cold air. Bare trees in a large orchard stood tall as if they knew spring was right around the corner.  Somehow, the countryside and bright sun made me smile, and the pain of losing a sister did not sting as much.

As we got closer to my daughter’s home, the thought of spending time with her brought joy to my heart. The hug she gave me as I opened the door, felt like a rainbow arching over me.

But what happened next, probably won’t happen again for a very long time. It seemed that my grandson, who attends the Naval Academy, needed his car, so we took two. My daughter and me in one car. And my husband and son-in-law in the other. I finally had precious time, much-needed time to talk to the one with the most beautiful heart.

We arrived at the academy, walked into the gym where the Midshipmen Gymnastic Team would be competing, and once again, my heart skipped a beat. My grandson, Midshipman Christian, spotted me and waved. Then the introduction of the Army West Point Black Nights, the  Air Force Falcons, and the Navy Midshipmen. Followed by the singing of the National Anthem sung by a beautiful young lady named Lauren Purcell, who just happens to be the girlfriend of my grandson.  Lauren has the voice of an angel.

Each gymnast worked hard on their individual events. One thing I loved about all three teams was their determination to do their best. I loved how they cheered each other on, and their attitude of one for all, and all for one. Not only did they show physical strength, they genuinely cared for each other. Even though I just spoke to a few of the young men, they each in their own way filled my heart with hope.

Although all three teams did very well, the Navy Midshipmen won the 2019 All-Academy Championship! Kudos to all the men who participated. As I watched the Black Nights, the Falcons, and the Midshipmen standing to wait for the trophy to be given out, I thought about the future of these young men who will serve their country. I am grateful for their commitment and hard work. Thank you!

Then the banquet, the young men filling their plates, my grandson’s speech, his hug, and his voice telling me that everything would be okay was like a ray of sunshine, shining on my heart, and I felt at peace.

The ride home, four of us in a car, talking, laughing, sharing good memories from another time. And my soul felt good. After returning to my daughter’s home, I hugged her tight and thanked her for a beautiful day.

 I must admit that I was tired as my husband and I drove home to Nazareth, however, I talked all the way home reliving the entire day.

 As I got out of the car, I looked up, and the stars were bright and shining. They almost took my breath away.

The incredible feeling of peace continued throughout the day on Sunday, as the energy from Saturday meandered through my heart.  I was even able to smile as I pulled out an old photo album filled with pictures from another time.

I don’t know what Monday will bring, but with God’s help, remembering the beautiful woman Emma was, the memories of growing up with her, and the love we, her family shared, will carry me through the tough days.

Dear Readers,

Life is very precious. Enjoy your family members each and every day. Honor their lives while they are living. Love them unconditionally. Have lovely conversations with them, laugh with them, encourage them, make beautiful memories that will last a lifetime, and above all, tell them how much they mean to you every day. My sister, Emma, knew how much she was loved, and we knew how much she loved us. Although she will be greatly missed, our memories will live on. I know that she is now healthy and whole and happy in her forever home, Heaven.

Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

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