I
spend a lot of time thinking about Heaven these days. And why shouldn’t I?
It’s only natural that I would want to dwell on and know as much as possible
about the place my son now resides. Since he died lots of people have
tried to offer encouraging words by reminding me that he’s in a better place
and that I get to see him again one day. That’s okay because it’s true,
but I feel like I’m somehow being dishonest when I just nod and smile.
The promise of eternity with my son is what keeps me slightly closer to sane
than off-my-rocker crazy but the not-so-pretty truth is that there are a lot of
things the promise of eternity with him do not do...
