Funerals

I attended a funeral yesterday for my great uncle. I hadn't seen him for at least two years before he passed away. He was eighty-three and I regret not visiting him before he died.
After the funeral my great aunt held a luncheon for the family members and relatives. Sixty of us were there, including my family and many relatives from Arizona. With us all there, gathered around the tables, eating and looking at pictures of my great uncle, my aunt said something that I cannot forget. She got to her feet and said, "Your uncle did pass away, and we miss him, but he'd of been happy to know that you're all here, together, because of him."
I really wish that there could have been a reunion for the family that my great uncle could have attended before he died. There wasn't anything more he loved than family.
I know there is a great reunion in heaven going on right now, and that my great uncle is happy to be there. He was in pain here on earth, and wanting to go home to his Father and family in heaven, but I miss him.