Jesus, of course, and my husband.  I want to see the house my husband has been building with Jesus' help.
Home at last, thank God, thank God, home at last.

I don't have a long list of others I want to see because I don't actually know who will be there.  High on my list would
be the two babies I miscarried.  Mary Adele, my firstborn.  The other one I didn't name because I didn't even know
whether it was a boy or a girl.  I suppose these children are adults in Heaven.  I really don't know.  There is so much
I don't know about Heaven that I'll just have to be surprised.

I want to see my aunts and uncles, especially Helen, my alternate mother.  And my husband's parents whom I never
met, Ed and Hedy.  

Helen Law, my friend from college, and her father Curtis, who made Father Cookies.

Among the patriarchs of the Old Testament I will be most happy to see Isaiah and Job, both of whom declared that
they would be raised bodily at the Last Day.  "Awake and sing" Isaiah said of that Day.  These two must be bright
shining like the sun.

A couple of cats and a couple of dogs and even a couple of rabbits.

But most of it will be a big surprise.  A letting go of care and strife.  A time to relax, at last.

Welcome home!