Home at Last

My dear sweet Erin,
A new year has arrived. We have survived almost two years since you left us for Heaven. We have made some new friends and they are helping us so much.
Pretty soon now, just 25 more days and it will be your birthday again. Oh, how I don't want this day to come because it will be one more time I will be so sad for you, for all you would have done in the future, for the gifts I can't give you that day, for the cake that will not be part of a party for you. You would have been 25 years old this year. I still miss you with every fiber of my being.
I am doing well, I think, considering I have lost part of my heart when you left me for Heaven. I stay busy as much as I can and that helps me not be so sad all the time. We are planning a meeting with our friends in April at the place I went to that weekend just before you left me for Heaven. I remember when I was leaving that Friday that you called and begged me to stop by. I was in a hurry to pack and told you I didn't have time. Now I wish over and over that I had took the time just to stop by and kiss you goodbye. It would have been one more time I could have seen you.
You were lonely, weren't you. Jeff had to work late so much and you were so alone in that house. Oh, how I wish I had gone over to see you more..had taken you to the doctor and tried to find out what was wrong with your back..had just done more for you. You came to see me two or three times a day and I could have come to see you more. I'm sorry, baby, that I didn't. You were such a good daughter to me and your daddy. You never let us down. You loved us so well and loved your brother well too.
Well, it's been almost two years. But I guess I can look at it like I am just two years closer to being with you once again--looking into those beautiful blue eyes and saying, "Mama's home, darling daughter, mama's home at last." One sweet day you, me, daddy, David, Heather, Scott, Jeff, and all the others will be together again and it will truly be home at last.

Beulah Land
I'm kind of homesick
for a country
that I've never seen before
No sad farewells
will e're be spoken
and time won't matter anymore.

Beulah Land, I'm longing for thee
And one day on thee I'll stand
Where my home will be be eternal
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah land.