There are times when I wish I were religious. This is one of those times. I would like to somehow assure my dying grandmother that she’s on her way to heaven…that I might be able to bring her to Him, as it were.
In times like this, you really can see how religion got invented. Yes, of course, you’re not DYING so much as GOING on to the better place! You’re on your way to reunite with all your loved ones. You’re on your way to see your God. It’s all good news.
But fundamentally, I don’t believe any of this – so it’s hard to say reassuring things like it, even if SHE thinks they’re so.
Maybe we should hire a religious bedside sitter to bring her to Him.