I have this recurring dream. I dream that I die. I know, it’s morbid… but stick with me a minute…
When I die I ascend to heaven and I’m embraced by God. He assures me that I will be able to continue to watch over my family and give them peace and comfort until they join me in their time.
He assures me that I will understand His plan in time and allows me to ask all of my burning questions about the universe.
In heaven decades pass in mere minutes and I proudly sit and watch my little girl grow up, find a loving husband and raise her family.
I am able to comfort my wife and help her to raise our son. God tells me that she knows I am there with her and can hear me whispering support and love as she guides him through his unique path in life.
I watch my son grow up. I sometimes feel helpless and angry as he faces life’s challenges. His hand-flapping and idiosyncratic noises continue into adulthood and draw occasional stares from the ignorant.
God assures me that He has a plan and that, in heaven, all of His creatures are perfect.
I trust God and patiently wait for the day when my son joins me, his hands still and his noises silenced.
First my wonderful wife… then my beautiful daughter.
Finally, my son join us. I run to embrace him, then I have to stop.
He stands there in heaven, excited by all the new sights and sounds, flapping his hands and jumping. I look to God and question Him.
“You said that all your creatures are perfect in Heaven.”
God smiles at me.
I hug my perfect son… for all eternity.