Dancing in the Sky: Hopes & Wishes

January 27, 2021

Mom, I heard a song today. It delicately said “I hope you’re dancing in the sky.” I found myself daydreaming of you dancing on clouds and swaying with the gentle breeze of heaven. I found myself envisioning you bend and twirl and smile. You were beautiful. You always are.

I found myself smirking because I can’t remember a time I saw you dance. The only times that came to mind were when you were enamored in your baking. With one small taste the joy came seeping out in a graceful shimmy and shake. I envisioned you in your glory, moving through the kitchen baking things as sweet as the inside of your soul. With wet eyes, I paused as I remembered. 

Unlike the song, I don’t hope you’re dancing. I hope you’re baking, or reading, or doing any of the other things that made you smile from your soul. I have hopes for you up there in heaven, as you probably hold hopes for me down here too. Hope is such a funny thing, isn’t it mama? Invisible but mighty.

I hope you are free of pain and free of worry.

I hope you are free of disease and free of death.

I hope you are smiling.

I hope you are proud.

I hope you still love me with the same intensity you did on earth. 

I hope you are still you but with the body of an angel and the soul of a saint. 

I hope you feel the love because it didn’t leave with you. 

I hope so many things, just as I wish many things too. Wishes are funny things, aren’t they mama? Invisible but fierce. 

I wish you were here.

I wish you were here.

I wish you were here.

I wish for one more hug, kiss, and whisper of my name.

I wish time didn’t escape as quickly as it did.

I wish things were different. 

Hopes and wishes, mama. Delicate whispers of my heart. Silent to the world but so loud deep inside my soul. I wish you were here mom, but hope that no matter where you are you hold the beautiful greatness that you are. I can’t see you anymore but I can feel pieces of you so intensely it’s as if you never left. 

I wish you were here and I hope you know that. 

Hopes and wishes, mama. Hopes and wishes. 

xox, Chels

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  1. Cindie says:

    I am sorry for your loss. I have tears falling down my face. 😭 What a beautiful message. I lost my mom in November and your words are precisely how I feel. Thank you for sharing this

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller

A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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