**I know I'm probably crossing some boundaries writing this since I know not everyone in TEF believes in Heaven, but I wanted to write it for my Dad and for my family to read. If this story is offensive to you, tell me and I'll take it down. I don't intend it to be an attack on anyone with different religious beliefs**

The crisp sunlight broke through the white linens, Tommy opening his eyes and sitting up. He sat on a soft, comfortable bed, never having any aches and always having a full rest each night. He looked around at the room - a nice chalet-style house was all his (well, for now anyway), the walls were a lovely brown wood, with a ceiling that rose at an angle. Matching wood cabinets and things were there, and there were a few pictures on the walls from his childhood as well as of his family. The bedsheets had the distinct scent of saltwater to them, which was oddly out of place but made him happy regardless. He looked out the window, seeing a lovely scenic forest. Birds chirped and sang songs he had never heard before, and he also saw a variety of animals roaming around and enjoying the land. He saw an occasional rhino, elephant, zebra, or gazelle walk around - they didn't really fit the environment but it didn't matter to him, he loved watching them anyway.

Getting out of the bed, he put on some casual clothes and walked around in his chalet. He had a library of detective novels and other fiction he enjoyed, including a copy of every James Patterson book ever written. He would come back to that room later and sit in an oversized chair to read Patterson's Maximum Ride. He continued on into a kitchen that had everything from milk, satsuma juice, orange-flavored tea (that was already hot and sweet for him whenever he was ready for it), and even a bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey that would never run out. He had a refrigerator full of exquisite and unique foods and treats that he enjoyed trying, including a wide variety of cheeses that would never mold.

After having a light breakfast, he stepped outside and found a newspaper sitting on his porch. He picked it up, and walking into his front yard, he climbed into a hammock strung between two trees and read up on everything he was interested in. The news was always fascinating where he was, and he especially loved reading about Alabama Football.

He eventually finished reading and left the hammock, and walking to the driveway of his chalet, he got into the driver's seat of a red and white Mercury Park Lane. The old car was shiny and had no scrapes, dents, or anything, and it ran perfectly. He drove out onto a nice road in the countryside, one that had no bumps or potholes. His radio always played his favorite songs, including songs from Kenny Rogers, Garth Brooks, and Carrie Underwood. He occasionally heard a song that would remind him of his sons or someone else he knew.

He soon drove to a nice little town, and parking at the bowling alley, he went in and enjoyed a few games. He remembered his old techniques, and though he didn't always win, he was determined to bowl a perfect game one day. It was fun to him and he enjoyed the practice. Afterward, he went to a nearby restaurant and had a delicious catfish lunch while watching ice skating and gymnastics on the televisions. He enjoyed the company of the others there, who also loved watching the sports as much as he did.

Later on in the day, he left the town and drove deeper into the country, finding a nice lake. He always had fishing gear in his Park Lane, and he walked onto a lonely pier and cast his reel into the water. He had many memories while fishing, remembering Cedar Point and fishing with his sons. He felt a tug on the pole, and excitedly he reeled in a beautiful giant bass. He unhooked the fish and tossed it back into the lake, casting out again as he tried to remember his train of thought. He would fish for hours there, and when he was done for the day, he put the fishing rod back into his car and drove back to his chalet. The drive was always scenic and beautiful, there was never a dull moment there as he often saw gorgeous rays of sunlight pierce the distant clouds, and often he saw a variety of animals running free. He loved seeing bald eagles fly alongside his car, their majestic eyes looking in at him like guardians.

He soon pulled back into his driveway, and returning to the chalet, he would enter a peaceful den, where he would relax in a reclining chair and watch television. There were thousands of channels to choose from, all of them channels he enjoyed watching. He flipped through to see what caught his attention - sometimes he watched golf tournaments, other times he watched game shows, and on occasion he would watch dog competition shows, smiling every time he saw a poodle or a pekingese. He often found movie channels that were playing some of his favorites, and often got to watch old classic movies that he remembered from long ago. The channels were always interesting, but he would soon stop watching and would wander back to the bedroom. Sitting on the right side of the king-sized bed, he would let out a sigh at this moment, looking to the left side...

At that moment, he had a knock at the front door. He got up and answered it, an angel standing before him. "Good evening, Mr. Pocase. How was your day today?", the angel asked him. Tommy gave a nod, "Perfect, for the most part.", he replied. The angel already knew, "You're worried about Cinde aren't you?" The man gave a nod, "I will be every day until she's here. And my sons, too."

The angel nodded, "You'll be getting updates every day about how they are. However, today I regret to tell you that your family had another loss."

Tommy's eyes opened there, "Who was it?" "Mason, your nephew.", the angel replied.

Tommy shook his head, "Where is he?" The angel gave a smile, "He's here, don't worry. Actually I came to take you to him if you were ready." The man nodded, "Alright then. Let's go get him.", he replied.

The angel escorted Tommy to a chariot that waited for them on the road. While he was beginning to think about Mason dying so young, he made a decision to take care of his nephew and show him around Heaven. Mason would have his own treasures and wonders in Heaven, but even he would be glad to see a familiar face and would need some time to adjust to living in Paradise.

"I know it may feel painful to you knowing that Mason had such an early death, but know that God has a plan for all of us, and besides, he is in our Lord's hands, there is no need for grief today.", the angel assured Tommy.

The man nodded, "We're all in good hands.", he replied.