I WONDER . . .
Is there a celebration in Heaven on the anniversary of the day you arrive, like we celebrate birthdays here—only much, much better?
One year ago this morning my beloved father entered Glory.
Early this morning I awoke to this text from our daughter Christie . . .
“Love you Mama. Praying for you today as we remember and celebrate the life of our Grandpa Bubeck. Though we miss his presence daily, he gets to celebrate one year today in the throne room enveloped in the presence of his King, best friend, and Creator.”
What a stunning way to look at the one-year anniversary of my father going Home.
In the midst of my sorrow today, I’m choosing to celebrate that he’s had a whole year in the presence of his King Jesus!
My dad would want it that way.
A friend recently shared a quote from Victor Hugo with me that so resonates with my heart today:
“When I go down to the grave I can say, like many others, ‘I have finished my day’s work!’ But I cannot say, ‘I have finished my life.’ My day’s work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare! It closes on the twilight, it opens on the dawn!” —Victor Hugo
In loving memory of my father Mark I. Bubeck
February 20, 1928 — November 6, 2017