Human are little bits of stardust, so a professor once told me.
And maybe they become those stars after death.
I believe stars are really little holes in the floor of Heaven
And the light shining through is the love of those gone before.
Daddy, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends –
They’re all there waiting for the rest of their family to arrive.
Before those still on earth come home, the ones already in Heaven
Act as our guardian angels, covering us with warmth and protection,
Guiding our way in life.
So look to the stars, those millions of twinkling bits of light, and Remember love.
— Jenny Munro