My mom said that when you are dead, you are dead until Christ comes and gets you. I wanted to think that
George was in a better place, looking down on us. Yesterday, I moved her ashes from the livingroom to our
bedroom where I have been spending most of my free time lately. When I picked her up and held her next to
my heart, it was like I could feel her essence radiating from inside that little black box. Now I believe that mom is
right, and George is in there asleep waiting for him.