Funeral Day - Two Years Later

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I’m sitting at a funeral as I write this.
My friend’s husband passed away last week.
This funeral is at the exact same time, on the exact same date, in the exact same place as Jason’s funeral was two years ago.

I’ve learned some things during the last two years.
I know that Jason is alive, hanging out with people he loves who passed away before him.
I know he is free from any of the limitations of his physical body.
I know he is nearby, even though I can’t feel him all the time.

Coleman and I were talking about this last night. How Jason exists near us.
Spoken as a true twelve-year-old boy, Coleman decided that his dad could be standing on his face right then! We laughed because we knew Jason would think that was funny - and might actually be true!

I hear story after story of people who have felt Jason close during the last two years.
It doesn’t surprise me. 
Jason is in our business. Supporting us. Cheering for us. Arranging things for us. Loving us.
I envision him, the ultimate salesman, telling whoever is in charge of heavenly duties that he’s just going to go help this person or go take care of that situation over there.
Totally in our business.

I have an uncle who was raised Catholic like my dad but has never been very religious.
Just after Jason died, he spent the summer looking for gold in Alaska. Yes. I said it. He had experience in construction, had hauled the equipment up there, and was looking for gold. 

He found the gold.
But he said he felt Jason with him as he worked the machinery.
I heard this story and said, “Of course Jason was with him! Holy cow, he was looking for gold! There’s no way Jason would miss out on that!”

Jason is in our business. 
He is not off doing some random “great work” in heaven.
We are his great work.
You are his great work. 
He is right in the middle of our business.

Why wouldn’t he be?
Jason loves us best.
We are still his greatest work.
I love that about heaven.✊🏻💙