A few weeks after the death of my father-in-law,

A few weeks after the death of my father-in-law, I found my seven-year-old son crying in bed. His grandmother had died the previous year, and he was talking it all very hard. Finally, my husband came up to his room to try to ease the boy's pain.
"Lentz," he said, "when we die, we'll get to see Grandmother and Grandfather again in heaven."
With tears spilling down his face, Lentz cried, "That's easy for you to say. You don't have that long to wait!"