Sometimes not having a religion is difficult.
Most times I am fine with my decisions about faith, but my uncle died last night.
Now I wished I believed in heaven.
I sort of have this image in my mind of my uncle up in heaven with my grandparents and my Grandfather giving him a hard time about dying so young. My Grandfather lived well into his nineties and he was pretty proud of that.
I think my Grandma would be really happy to see him. She passed away when I was little, so it has been a while.
But since I don’t believe in any of that, I’m not sure what to think, or how to feel.
I don’t even know what my uncle believed. I know he was raised Jewish but, like both of his brothers, he married a Christian.
We don’t talk all that much about religion in my family. I mean sometimes we would take time to make fun of creationists, but as a whole we aren’t that big on organized religion. I pretty much associate houses of worship with weddings and funerals.
I tend to lean towards some sort of reincarnation.
If that is the case I guess my uncle would come back in a good place. He was a really great guy.
Somehow this doesn’t make it a whole lot easier, but I think accepting the idea heaven would give me some comfort. Especially if it was the kind of heaven where he got 72 virgins. I still don’t believe any of that, but just for today, I wish I did.