Posted by Daddy on at 7:00 pm

My little Weeble Man,

It has been so long since I’ve been able to talk to you. I have asked God a few times in prayer to say “hi” to you, or to give you a hug and kiss from me. I don’t know if He’ll do those sorts of things, but I don’t see why not, and it makes me happy to think that He might. I know that it is a sin to try to talk to those who have died, like Saul did with Samuel at the witch’s place in Endor. I would not try to do that. I don’t know if you can see us down here. I do know that news of Earth reaches Heaven many times in the Bible. So I am writing to you partly as an exercise just for myself, but also just in case, you know?

The last time I saw you, you were a 2.75 year old toddler. Our conversations were nice, and I enjoyed talking with you. I don’t know for sure what you are like now. I expect that you are in some sort of physical body while you await the resurrection because God made us to be in bodies. I don’t know what sort it is, or how it is different from the body I last saw you in. I assume that you are a bit more knowledgeable than you were before, but I don’t know about that, either. I do know that you have seen God! That must be really something great! Did Jesus show you the scars on his hands and feet? I don’t know how much you remembered about that from Sunday School, but I’m sure He told you all about it. I wonder if when I get up there, if you and others whom we love, who have gone on ahead will take me to see Him. Did anyone from our family greet you up there? How do you like the Holy City? In my imagination, I can see those big, beautiful gates of pearl, and those twelve foundations of precious stones. I’m sure they are 10,000 times more wonderful than I can imagine. Anything Jesus builds has got to be breathtaking.

My guess is that your soul left your body right in the back yard in the pool, and not later in the hospital. Did you see the people working on your body? Mommy, Poppy, Mrs. Hanes, the emergency people, and the doctors and nurses worked hard to try to help you to stay, but I suppose that just wasn’t in God’s plan. We would have loved to keep you here with us for many more years.

The Bible mentions angels carrying us away. Did you open your eyes there in the yard and see an angel? Were there more than one? I bet that was very exciting! I can’t wait to make the same trip when my days here are done. I still have some things to do here. I have to take care of Mommy and your siblings for now. I think that God may have some other, bigger plans for me too.

Oh, how I miss you every single day and night. Mommy misses you very much, too, and she cries a lot, like I do. Your brothers and sisters get sad, too, but they also help us to remember special things you did or said while you were here. I think of you whenever I hear a Buddy Holly song. Maybe you’ve met him already up there. I miss seeing you first thing every morning. You were always the first person I’d see, probably since the time you could walk. I would give just about anything to see your little head sticking up from the edge of my bed one of these mornings, asking to come up.

Have you eaten from the Tree of Life yet? I suppose you’ve seen two or three types of fruit on it already. Are you allowed in the River of the Water of Life? Have you met any of the people we read about in the Bible? There are others here whom we have met since your accident who have suffered through their own child’s death. I wonder if you have met any of their children.

Kaj and Tater helped me work on the porch today, and I though about how you used to like to be with us as we worked out there. I missed you while we were up on the roof today. I hope you remember being up there with us a few weeks before you died. I was scared, and I thought it was too risky, but your brothers really wanted you to see what the yard looked like from the roof. I’m glad I let you up there for a little while. I wish I could do it again today. Maybe after a while we’ll look out over the New Jerusalem from a rooftop together. I can’t wait to see you again! We may meet the next time at the gates, or maybe even in the air at the rapture.

I know I don’t have to tell you to be a good boy anymore, but I want you to know that I try even harder to be a good man now that you are gone. More of what’s really important is clear to me now, and I want God to be as proud of me as I am of you.

Love, Daddy