“Hey, brother! Welcome to Heaven! You made it!”
“Your kid shot me in the head while I was asleep!” I screamed to my late brother.
“It was just your earthly body. Don’t worry about it. You’re here! Heaven!”
“Your kid shot me in my sleep, brother!”
“Look all around you. You made it! This is what you’ve been working for. Look how beautiful it is here!”
“Shot me while I slept! Your offspring. I always thought you’d be the death of me, but nooo, it was your kid. In-the-head…While-I-slept!”
“Look down there at the earth, brother—all that sadness. Now, look in front of you. Look at the colors. Look at everything God made for us. See that animal right there? You never saw anything like that back on ‘sad ol’ earth.'”
“Shot me while I slept…”
“You were always one to dwell on things… Well, you got an eternity to get over it. Oh well. Welcome to Heaven, brother!” and my late brother hugs me. Tight. A good tight hug.
I open my eyes.
I can still feel his hug.
I had been waiting to hug my brother for a long time, and this morning, in my dreams, I got my hug.
As I lay there in bed, I could still feel his hug.
And, as I lay there, I was happy I had that dream.
…even if his kid shot me in the head.
What a way to start the day.
