My six year old, Luke, is very mystical and inquisitive. For some reason, today he had a lot of questions about Heaven. I did my best to answer his inquiries. When it was nearing bedtime, he had one final concern.
“How will we find each other in Heaven?”
I took a deep breath to try to answer him and then he quickly resolved the issue for himself.
“I know. When I get to the gate I will yell, ‘Amy!’ and you will have to come running anytime you hear ‘Amy’ because you might not recognize my voice.”
“Okay,” I assured him.
“And then I will yell Valentine (his dog that has passed away), Goldy (his goldfish that has also passed), Honey, Ozzy, Angel (his three current dogs). Oh wait,” he stopped himself. “I better not yell ‘Angel’ because there are probably like five million of them there.”
