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This morning, Emmett wandered into the bathroom while I was getting ready for work and casually asked, “When I die, will I go to heaven?” My heart lurched at the question, and I felt tears prick my eyes, but I calmly said, “Some people believe in heaven. I’m not sure if I do. I don’t really know what happens to us when we die. No one knows for sure.” Then I asked him, “Do you believe in heaven?” He said, “Yes, I do. I want to go to heaven because I want to be with my grandpa and other people who love me.” Because both of his grandfathers still are alive, I said, “Which grandpa?” He paused and said, “My great, great, great grandpa.” I bent down to hug him and said, “That sounds really nice. I’d like to think that when we die, we all join back up with the people who are connected to us and who love us most.”