On Friday, I was driving to school an hour late (no I'm not a class skipper), and the voice of Alan Jackson started to play over the radio waves. Immediately, I thought about my Aunt Sue. This song was played to a slideshow of pictures at her funeral this past year. It made me think about mortality and what might happen after we go from this world. The chorus especially caught my attention:
She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and paths where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smiling saying
Don't worry 'bout me
My thoughts flashed back to the funeral service held in honor of my aunt. She had battled cancer for years, so her passing was not a surprise. It was more of a relief knowing that her suffering was now over. The words of this song comforted me when I first heard them. The atmosphere of the funeral home was somber; I felt like there was nowhere for joy to take place. But this song made a place for it. It reinforced my beliefs that she was going to Heaven. The imagery in this chorus allowed me to envision her flying up to Heaven and reuniting with her loved ones that went before her. This also gave me hope that my family and I will see her there someday too. To Alan Jackson: thank you for writing something people can relate to and believe in.
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