An illustration of a collage of greeting cards.
Sybil Taylor

This will be four years without my dad during the holidays. My family keeps a reserved seat in his honor. Dad, we love you and miss you.   

He will again be with us in spirit, enjoying the football games, the Macy’s parade and the smell of the turkey and stuffing baking in the oven.   

But what if, this time, we joined Dad in Heaven for Thanksgiving? In his new home, mansion and paradise. What a beautiful place. We would all be invited: myself, my two sisters, my brother, sister-in-law, my niece, my mom, my best friend and her boyfriend. We would all dress up and be overjoyed about such a visit.   

The Lord would arrive at Mom’s house around 6 a.m. I’m sure the flight to heaven would be really long. We would take the escalator up a beyond the clouds and the sky.  

We would enter Heaven’s tall golden gates as two angels played beautiful songs on the flute. Songs like “I’ll Be Loving You Always” by Stevie Wonder, “Jesus Promised Me A Home Over There” by Jennifer Houston and “I’m Going Away” by Walter Hawkins.  And there would be an aroma of frankincense and myrrh.  

Tears would fill our eyes with joy as we waited for Dad. And we’d see a lot of our loved ones that have passed on: Dad’s family, Mom’s family. My father would look good: young and fresh in a beautiful gold robe with a halo glowing bright over his head. With a peaceful smile and beautiful white angel wings, he would hug us all.   

“I am free, and cancer-free,” he would say.   

We would spend most of the day asking him questions and enjoying his company, before sharing in the the biggest Thanksgiving feast in the world.    

There would be music, birds and water you could walk on that is as clear as glass. The beautiful sight would make us not want to come back. But when the day was done, we would walk back to the golden gates to kiss and hug and say farewell.

Dad, we love you, always, with tears. Peace to all on this day.