I was thinking lately about my grandma’s death years ago. I miss her, but I’m not too sad because I know where she went and that I’ll get there later. I then thought of being a kid at our church’s Missions Conference when my parents would take separate cars. I and my siblings were young and needed to get to bed so we weren’t cranky the next morning, but sometimes things would go late into the evening and my mom or my dad needed to stay and get things prepared for the next day or help clean up. Usually Mom would take us kids home, and then Dad would get there later. That’s a little bit how death is for Christians. We take separate cars to Heaven. One of us is done for the day, and the other will catch up later once their work is done.