Flight to heaven

She died two years to the day after her husband. They spent their later years within earshot of the ocean, and called the beach their home.

After the funeral, again two years to the day after her husband, family likewise gathered within earshot of the ocean. I stepped out onto the deck on the brisk early spring afternoon, escaping the noise within. Looking toward the beach, a seagull flew overhead within arm’s reach. A second seagull quickly joined the first, lingered for a moment, and then the two set sail in the sky.

Side by side they flew, their wings carrying them along the coast and into the horizon.

Heaven called, and together they joined eternity.

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