The older I am getting, the more I am becoming increasingly aware that I have absolutely no idea what the rest of the future holds. Heck, I have literally no idea what tomorrow holds. Life is a mystery and mystery doesn't sit well with control freaks like me. Until really recently, heaven has remained the infinite enigma in my mind that it always has been. Clouds, weird-harp-angel music, lots of white...This was until all of a sudden, heaven became occupied with some brilliant humans that I would love the pleasure of seeing again. Heaven took on the presence of people who are supposed to be here right now. So now, as we are left here with shattered hearts and the remains of a life spent with people that held and occupied enormously large chunks of our existence, heaven needs to be real. A lot depends on it. And I'm not satisfied with thousands of years of endlessly playing harps and wearing weird white clothing and playing the recorder ( ...
A Blog By Lisa McPhee