Heaven

As humans, we seem to have an innate problem with death. We go so far as to create creatures that don't die in fairy tales such as vampires and zombies. Why is that? It's the case with us Christians too.

A huge part of it is, I don't think we were made to die in the first place. We are eternal beings.

As Christians this shouldn't frighten us, because even once we die, we go home. Our real home. There, our wrinkles, pimples, frown lines, and tears all fall away. There we see long lost relatives.
What is more, our continuous search to fill the empty spaces, spaces I believe won't be filled until we reach heaven, will be whole. Our wounds won't just be stitched up but will be gone forever lost.
What is more, we will be in the ever-going presence of our God. However the relationship holds with each person, that relationship which was broken like everything else in our short lives, will be healed without even a mark of a scar. There we can dance, sing, laugh, play, and be without the worries and bindings of tomorrow. So we should rejoice for our friends and loved ones that go home.

Still, it's hard, isn't it? Those loved ones we won't hear laugh again. We won't exchange stories with them again, get mad at them, irritated, feel joyous with them again, get hugs from them. Whether they are silent or boisterous they are a presence that once they are gone will go away.
That, at least for me, is the hardest part.