My mom died when I was in high school, my senior year. A week or so ago as we were decorating my three year old daughter's room, my wife had set a small picture of my mom temporarily on her night stand. I took the opportunity to explain to Genesis that this was her Grandma Sieler, daddy's mommy, who is in heaven.
Fast forward several hours. The picture was put away, and Genesis was laying in bed; we were getting ready to pray. So hear's what she said to me. "Your mommy's in heaven?" "Yes," I said, a bit surprised that she was thinking about that. Then she asked me, "You miss her?" Now I was really surprised. She connected the dots between a loved one being in heaven means not being with them, and the sense of longing and missing that exists in that situation.
Grandma Sieler is probably hanging out with Jesus marveling at all that eternity has to offer.
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