By: Gabriela Yareliz
When a loved one has passed, we still think of them every day. We love them. We miss them. There would be no point in missing someone we won’t see again, but it’s like we know. We know this is not the end.
I wonder what happens to all the love accumulated over a time of absence. The love, the prayers, the silent moments. I like to think that, someday, when we are all reunited again, we will be told by our loved ones that they received the most beautiful gift. That they received it all. Maybe in some beautiful box or glow. That they were overwhelmed by its steadfastness and beauty. By its abundance.
I can only assume they would experience as much, because that’s the thing about love— it’s never wasted, it never fails, and it endures all things. God is love. It’s all encompassing, ever present, and never failing. It’s eternal.
And so, I am confident it will be received. And given that love is timeless, we receive, too. It’s an enduring mysterious gift that overcomes all.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 