I read, and loved, the book “Heaven is For Real.” If you haven’t read it, do. If you’ve lost a child and question whether Heaven is all you hope it could be for them? Read it. You won’t regret it.
In the book, a young boy faces a serious situation with a ruptured appendix, becomes septic, and dies. He is revived, and lives, but in the seconds or minutes he’s gone, he visits Heaven.
The accounts he shares, the details he remembers are vivid and bold. The story (which is a true story) will make you flush with anticipation to see it for yourself.
But I hope you wait a while to see it.
On Thursday, Henry told me he saw Heaven when he was “getting peace” (meditating in music) at school. Here is our conversation:
Me: What did it look like?
HL: It was in the clouds. There was a gold gate that was heavy.
Me: Was it cold?
HL: No. But I saw Charlie.
Me: (stunned) You did? What did he look like?
HL: He was a typical 8 year old but he had red hair like Lollie.
Me: (still stunned) Did you talk to him?
HL: No, I was just a speck in the wind so he didn’t see me.
Me: Who else was there?
HL: Scout and Olivia were there and they were playing in the clouds.
Then he changed the subject to snacks and Star Wars.
I was floored but didn’t let on that I was. I couldn’t shake it from my thoughts.
When Jason got home from his dinner, I told him. He wanted to hear it for himself, so we tried to wake Henry up. I was anxious to see if I got the same story or not.
Half asleep, Henry told the same details. But he added that he had on a football jersey and was celebrating that he’d just won the big game.
We poked for more questions but he said that’s all he knew.
We reassured him that it’s ok to see Charlie and that he’s special because he has his own personal angel. Our minds were blown but our hearts were full. They were also heavy with sadness.
With tears filling his eyes, Jason asked if Charlie was happy… “Of course he is, Dad. He’s in Heaven.”
Charlie would be 8 – turning 9 in May. And the lock of hair that the nurses gave us in the hospital was red… Redder than it was before he went into the hospital. But Henry doesn’t know either of those things.
Do I believe that Charlie visited Henry in music class? Of course I do.
Does it scare me? No way. It’s comforting to me. Our son who never knew his brother KNOWS him. He knows him in ways that nobody, none of us, will ever understand.
I hope Henry gets many more visits and can appreciate them for what they are.