Her heart\u2019s beating stops. The air in her lungs forces its way out. Senses fade. Thoughts race, then nothing. Only her spirit is left.<\/p>\n
Black, then white, fading to blue. A forest comes into focus. Whole, unbroken, no longer victim of an accident. People walking towards her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother!\u201d Running into her arms. Long hugs, tears of joy. \u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for you Julie.\u201d Joy pauses. \u201cWho will raise my son?\u201d <\/p>\n
A handsome man approaches. Julie smiles at him and immediately likes him. He comes to her and hugs her. She lets this man hold her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother, I love you,\u201d the handsome man says. Julie steps back, \u201cWhat?\u201d. \u201cIt\u2019s me, John\u201d, he says. \u201cWhat?\u201d she repeats. He holds her again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow? you\u2019re only ten,\u201d Julie says in a whisper. \u201cI was only ten on the day that you died,\u201d John whispers back. \u201cI missed you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d she asks. \u201cI survived. I grew. I never forgot. The pain faded, but I always missed you,\u201d he says. \u201cI got married; you\u2019re a grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHeart attack in my sleep,\u201d he explains, \u201cIt took a long time to die. There were tubes in my body and needles in my veins. But I died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you were here waiting for me,\u201d John says. \u201cAfter all the years of missing you, you were here to greet me and hug me. Thank you\u201d<\/p>\n
Julie sits down, John sits next to her holding her hand. \u201cLook, here comes Amy! You\u2019ll just love Amy.\u201d A beautiful young girl comes running.<\/p>\n
The girl throws herself at Julie and wraps her arms around Julie\u2019s neck. Julie\u2019s heart sings within her; she loves this young girl.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Grandma. You look just like your pictures.\u201d Julie looks at John and then back to the young girl.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is your granddaughter, Amy,\u201d John says, \u201cYou two are inseparable.\u201d Julie doesn’t know why, but she knows it\u2019s true. \u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d Julie says. \u201cYou will,\u201d John replies. \u201cIt takes a while,\u201d and John laughs at himself. \u201cI made a joke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is no time here, just events. You can relive them as often as you desire. You\u2019ve just gotten here, but you\u2019ve been here forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were here to greet me when I first came, and you were here for Amy. In fact you were the first to meet Amy; it made it easier for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now you\u2019re here to meet me?\u201d Julie asked. \u201cYes, because we love each other. That\u2019s what Heaven is all about,\u201d John said as he smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have forever to experience God and to share experiences with each other. If your up to it, let\u2019s go met Dad, you\u2019re important to him.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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