I want to believe it without reservation. I do.
And I know most of you do. You’ll tell me there is and all I have to do is believe. However, I am a skeptic. I think there is something out there. But I often have doubts.
I do think it is something very different from what we think it is. A different kind of existence all together. Not a bad existence just not what we think.
I have a lot riding on this belief
Since Charles died, I really want to believe 100%.
Let’s say there is a heaven. Would he be waiting for me? What would he look like? Again, I think it’s not anything we can imagine if there is indeed such a thing. I want there to be some clue what it’s like.
Don’t get me wrong. Heaven can wait for me because I’m not planning on going any sooner than I have to. I just wonder. And I wonder what it may be like because I am a mom that has lost a child. I want him to finally find peace and happiness. And that, I’m pretty sure he has found.
I hurt and I am suffering that loss. And more than anything I want to believe I will see him again. So what the hell? Why not believe it if it makes me feel better.