I was in a bookstore trying to forget the day when my father called me and told me that my grandfather had died. He had passed only five minutes after we had left.
Someone else was wondering what happens when we die. Well, I was reading the chronicles on Narnia (something I do when I'm feeling a little lost), and something at the end of The Last Battle caught me eye.
"The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended, this is the morning.
All their life in this world, and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last, they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
I hope that there is a place with no time and no sense of place where people descend or rise to. I spent the last five days with my grandfather, and I wish it could have been more, and with him in perfect health, fishing on Barnegat Bay.
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