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The Journey Home – For Greg
This is a journey we all must take,
A road that calls each soul by name.
And though we walk beside each other for a while,
there comes a place where one must travel on alone.
Greg, you reached that place before me.
I stood on this side of heaven with a mother’s
heart still reaching, wanting one more conversation,
one more laugh, one more chance to say,
stay just a little longer.
But your road turned toward eternity,
and mine remained here.
You went where I could not follow – not yet.
And that may be the hardest truth of love:
that sometimes loving someone means
standing at the edge of the road and watching
them disappear beyond what our eyes can see.
But I do not believe you disappeared.
I believe you simply crossed into a country
I have not visited yet, where the horizon never
ends and every question finally has an answer.
You always loved the journey, Greg –
the mountains, the ancient places, the roads
that led somewhere new. Maybe heaven was the
one journey you never had to pack for.
So go ahead, my precious son. Walk those roads.
Climb those mountains. Stand beneath whatever
magnificent sky God has prepared for you.
And if a river is there, wait for me beside it.
Because this journey may be one we each must
ultimately take alone, but love does not end at
the crossing.
One day my road will meet yours again.
And when it does, I believe I will see you
waiting – that familiar smile, that beautiful
soul I would know anywhere.
Until then,
you walk your side of heaven, and I will walk mine.
And between us, love will keep building the bridge.
I love you fiercely, Greg.
I always have.
I always will.
Copyright © Joy M. Mills 2026
MJM (TM)