A Glimpse

On December 18, 2000 my grandfather died. I was 9 years old. I woke up to find my parents and my little sister in my room on the computer. I asked what’s going on repeatedly, but the only answer I got was I’ll tell you in the morning; but I kept nagging and nagging. Then my dad finally told me that he died and I started crying and said he can’t die he can’t.
I then fell asleep again. When I awoke I told myself that it was just my family playing a cruel joke on us to get us out for Christmas, because we hadn’t been to my grandparent’s house since I was about 3. Then when I got to the house I realized he was dead. But it really hadn’t kicked in. Once he was being taken out of the church and the casket was closed it really hit me and I started to bawl and bawl.
After the funeral we stayed a week. About a month after the funeral my grandfather’s birthday was coming up. One night I went to sleep and I awoke to go down stairs to get some water and I was in a euphoria state of half awareness. As I left the bottom step I saw my grandfather laying on the couch and I was at first scared then I realized he wouldn’t hurt me. I then said, “I thought you were dead.” He replied, “I am, but everything is alright.” And we talked for a bit about stuff—but, it’s all a little hazy to me now since it has been a while.
At the end of our conversation he asked me if I wanted to go see Heaven. I wanted to, but I was too scared. He walked me up to my room and said goodbye. Every time I start to question God and Heaven I start to think of my grandfather wanting me to see Heaven, and that reminds me that there is a Heaven.