“He’s home now, Sparrow,” God whispered through the treetops.
“Is he happy?” I asked.
“Of course, He’s with me.”
“That’s good,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “Why do we have to die?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“You’re really asking how you go on without him,” God said gently.
“Yes, I guess I am.” I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. They spilled down my cheeks and onto my shirt.
“You go on carrying the love the two of you shared,” God explained. “It’s still there, inside of you.”
“But I feel such sorrow without him here.”
“I know you do. But sorrow is a part of life. Without it, you wouldn’t be able to know joy.”
I wiped my tears with my sleeve. “Will you please tell him that I miss him?”
“He knows. And he knows you love him. He will be waiting for you when you come home,” God said, His voice so soft and tender that grief relaxed its grip on my heart.
I turned my face toward the setting sun and felt the last rays of its warmth. For a moment, I thought I heard my friend’s voice, but it was the beating of my heart, filled with our love and God’s love for us.