A second letter to Janie in el cielo. . .

30 Dec

This is the second letter I’ve written to my wife Janie since she left this realm for another, a realm on a much higher plane, the highest level of existence, and I intend to write more similar letters from time to time. Click here to read the first letter I wrote to Janie in el cielo.

In reference to the method of correspondence I have initiated between me and my wife, I realize and acknowledge that it strains credulity, but a significant number of this nation’s population and the population of the world routinely talk to a celestial being—God—and all believe that their prayers are heard. Given that followers of every religion that exists now and that has ever existed features prayer, and that prayer is fervently practiced by those followers, I feel that the strain on credulity is considerably lessened. Such followers routinely call on their God to comfort those that have passed on to a higher realm as well as those that remain on this level—in effect, in using this medium to communicate with my wife I’m simply bypassing the Middle Man—the envelope is open and can be read by all, just as you are doing now.

My second letter to my wife Janie follows:

Hi, sweetheart,

This letter will be brief because there’s not very much new to talk about. Our daughter returned to her home in Dallas today with our grandson and granddaughter. They arrived in San Antonio early in the evening three days ago on Monday, and we have been pretty busy over the past three days. We packed a lot into that time, including dinner at our San Antonio daughter’s home—lots of great leftovers from her Christmas dinner with several new items added. We also managed a trip to the Ninety-nine Cents store across from HEB. Oh, and we also took in the Salvation Army Thrift Store on Wednesday—slim pickings but our daughter found some novels that she liked, and also a large book that claims to make learning to play the piano easy—I doubt whether the family dog will appreciate the sounds that the book will generate.

Over the past several days we had the requisite tacos and fried chicken baskets from Bill Miller’s Barbeque, and MacDonald’s pancake/egg/sausage/potato/biscuit breakfasts today. On Tuesday morning I served the kids thick-sliced bacon and soft-scrambled eggs for breakfast, and as usual they made quick work of making it disappear. Yesterday we had lunch at Jason’s Deli near Costco. Our daughter had a salad, the children had pizza and as you might guess, I had a bowl of chicken noodle soup—extra hot, and I managed to sneak out two cups of ice cream to bring to our daughter that lives near us. She has been under the weather for several days with allergies brought on by the norther that swept into San Antonio recently, bringing cedar mold and other pesky airborne afflictions down from our vaunted hill country.

We visited you at Fort Sam Houston’s National Cemetery yesterday. Your community is really busy—we estimated that at least one hundred more residents have been moved in since you’ve been there, just in the past thirty days. I read that an average of 13 burials are made daily, usually Monday through Friday. With few exceptions, Saturdays and Sundays are down days for interments.

We stopped at HEB’s supermarket, the one near our home, and the four of us selected sprays of flowers for you. The only flowers I can identify with any assurance are roses, poppies and tulips. I brought you tulips on your birthday last Sunday, but I don’t know what the sprays were that we brought yesterday—whatever species they were, they were fresh and bright and beautiful.

Workmen were busy in your community, placing floral pieces on recent arrivals and seeding and leveling the ground in the newly created area. Underground irrigation is already in place and by midsummer your community should be up to par with older established communities, with headstones in place. Creating and placing those simple marble monuments usually takes six weeks or so following interment. That should give you an idea of how busy the National Cemetery is, and that’s all year long except for holidays and weekends.

After we placed the flowers near your temporary marker and returned to the street, I told our daughter that I would like to tell the children what some people believe, and tell them that they could talk to you if they liked, but that you would not respond in any way.  Their mother seemed to have no problem with that and agreed to it.

I told our grandchildren that lots of people believe that persons that have ascended to a higher plane than on earth are still present in spirit, and can hear comments directed to them, and I told them that if they wished they could go back and talk to you. Both of the children decided they would do that, and spent some time kneeling near you. We don’t know what they said, but I’m sure you were listening.

I made several phone snapshots of the children and their mother placing the flowers, and of the children talking with you, but I won’t make them part of this letter. I’ll just keep them in the phone and let you look over my shoulder to see them.

That’s all for now, but I’ll get back to you with more news as it happens.

I love you more today than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.

Sleep well in heaven, my darling.



Posted by on December 30, 2010 in death, education, funeral, Military


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2 responses to “A second letter to Janie in el cielo. . .

  1. Alyce

    December 31, 2010 at 8:53 pm

    I think as a child when someone I loved died it was easier for me to accept, I don’t know why exactly. I remember when my grandpa died, I was very young. My Mom and I walked up to the casket and she showed me grandpa but it didn’t look like him, he had his teeth in and no coveralls on, it was a suit. I pulled on Momma dress and said who is that, she replied, its grandpa and I said no. Since I was so small I didn’t quite understand it all but later that day I had questions and Momma always had the sweet answers. After explaining the teeth and suit on grandpa, she said grandpa is in heaven now with Jesus and happy, no pain, just enjoying the Lord. I accepted the answers momma gave me. Yes I was sad I would not see grandpa make tops with his knife and other things but he was happy and someday I would see him again. As I got older it became harder for me when someone I loved passed away to be with the Lord, probably because I knew as I got older I would someday pass away and leave the loved ones I have on earth but knowing God’s promise of seeing them again has always comforted me. I know after my Mom died I went to the cemetery a few times but then I remember what my mom told me to remember that she and daddy were not there, took me a bit to get it. When I still lived in the valley I would go and place flowers or clean their stone and others I knew out there. I knew the second they passed on that their soul was with the Lord, so now if I want to talk or think of them I do it driving down the road, at home sitting in the recliner or wherever I might be. I will always miss them as long as I am breathing here on my temporary place but someday I will see them again. Everyone mourns in so many different ways and each way should be respected, whether we think it’s the right way or not, thats why God made each of us different. Oh to be a child again and think like a child, not complicated, wish we could all be like that. Always remember God gives us 7 days a week and 24 hours in those days, we must chose how to spend that time that God has given us. Happy New Year to all, God Bless.

    • thekingoftexas

      January 1, 2011 at 6:04 am

      Hi, Alyce—thanks for the comment and for the support. I know that your thoughts come from the heart. I liked your letter so much that I brought it out of the shadowy world of comments and into the bright lights of a separate posting. You can find your comment on my blog at Some thoughts from Alyce . . . , my most recent posting. You may find yourself in a quandry, considering that you may want to comment on your own comment—I can’t help you there!


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