He's ascending. To a better life.

I lament. I mourn. I grieve. Over my dying son. I will go. And see him. To tell him. He’s loved. But I wonder. If that’s enough. I hate death. Because I momentarily fret. And protest. That I’m being robbed of a loved one.  But upon reflection. I know better.  I am not losing Jack. He’ll still be very much alive. Inside me. In spirit. And I have an abiding faith, that Jack will live and thrive. In the spiritual realm. Where he will be united with his dear mother. Anyway, it’s more evidence. That I’m a romantic idealist. And a spiritual free-thinker. I believe what I want to believe. Jack really isn’t dying. He’s ascending. To a better life. --Jim Broede