Seeing my parents again I cherished forever. We could have hugged for days. My father stated “I hoped you would die this way” when discovering that I died peacefully in my sleep. I have now met all my extended family. Gosh, my Great, Grandfather Jim is just like me. In heaven there are so many lovely walks, cuisines to savour and shows to enjoy. Netflix and Prime do not compete. There is so much to fit in I have needed two diaries. Why did I ever worry about dying? The homemade Paella in Angel Square alone is worth dying for.
Time doesn’t half go fast when you are dead. By the time I have finished chatting over my morning coffee it is already time for bed. I just about get organised for an event if I have a month to prepare for it. After fifty years it still feels like I have barely got through any series on the AngelTime streaming service.
One Hundred Years
Time goes too fast to plan anything now. I can’t believe I chatted to my brother for over a week in one go recently when in life we avoided each other. Heaven, it brings everyone together. Yesterday, the Angels gave me a card to celebrate one hundred years here and in disbelief I claimed it was only yesterday that they gave me one for fifty.
One Thousand Years
Being with my loved ones is what matters. Time goes too fast for me, but hugs and memorable chats fill my heart with endless joy. Checking the time can waste centuries.
A Hundred Thousand Years
I feel happiest when with others, but I can’t remember who I am with or what we talk about.
A Million Years
Love is everywhere.
(c) Jonathan Hunter