When Katharine’s grandfather
died, she asked her mother what would become of him. Would he sleep in the wooden box forever? Was he going to come back?
Reasonable questions a six year old might ask.
“Honey,” she whispered,
hugging her daughter. “Grandpa’s not coming back. He can’t and he wouldn’t want to.”
“Why not?” Katharine asked, “does he not
want to see me again?”
“No, I bet he’d love to be able to see you again.
But he’s gone to heaven sweetie.”
“Heaven…” Katharine repeated.
“Yes,” Her mother whispered, “when we
die our spirits float up to heaven.”
Katharine’s sadness slowly faded. Grandfather was
in a much better place.
Of course this is only human fantasies. The real world works
Humans are confined to Earth for now and forever. While
they live and when they die.
Heaven and Hell are off limits, to all humans, dead or alive,
innocent or evil. And the guardians, the winged creatures people claim to be their saviors, the beings mistaken for the peoples
of heaven, are quiet literally fairy tale creatures.
For they are the fearies and they are most innocent out
of all the angels ever created.
And even they aren’t that good.