Frank saw the light. He saw the robes this time. He saw his father, and his cat. Renny was there, and Melissa too, and even Mr. Ottley. Frank swore they were real, and he knew that he should have felt at peace. Maybe that would come later on, the wondrous calm of Heaven. But in the very first few moments of death, he worried for Liam. He ached to return to him.
“Be happy, dear Franklin,” a sweet voice said to him. It came from a woman, one older than Melissa. Could it have been Frank’s mother? “Love Liam, and be happy,” she said.
The next moment Frank was aware, it felt as if a great deal of time had passed. He tried to put an earthly idea to measure just how much. It didn’t feel like hours—was there sleep in heaven?—but rather days, even weeks. A foggy sort of gauzy concord did exist wi
