Elizabeth came up then and hugged me as if we hadn’t been able to hug for years, which we hadn’t. She was fully grown now, just like me.

She still was the life of the party and could still make everyone laugh, which she did to my glee. That was a quality I used to envy in her along with the fact that she never let anyone get by with anything. But she always had and still does have a wonderful smile. I thought it crazy that I recognized her even though she was all grown up.

The old oak tree, where Elizabeth hurt her arm, was showing through Grandma Stephs kitchen window and my grandmother was working just as she had when younger.

People kept stopping in to see the new recruit. Some of these people I remembered and others I thought that I had never seen before but my grandmother reminded me that in heaven people don’t always look the same. She said that sometimes they change according to mood. That’s not what I had heard about heaven. I guess we learn something new everyday.

Elizabeth told me that she would show me around and that we could go see mother and daddy later. Something in her eyes let me know that she thought that was going to be a yummy treat. I had learned many years ago that she might perpetuate what she considered a good practical joke occasionally.

Grandmother Steph and Elizabeth told me that I had all the time I needed to get acclimated to my new life. “Take it easy and don’t try to overdo,” they recommended.

Taking it easy was the last thing I wanted to do. There was so much I wanted to know and most of it was being answered as soon as I had a thought. This was one of the most exciting times of my life. I could learn anything. I was becoming aware but I hadn’t started to look back over my life. I think I was scared. Later, I found that I might have had reason to be frightened.