Usually, before bedtime, my boy and I will chat for a while about the happenings of the day. It is a nice time for bonding, laughing and loving.

Just now, he suddenly said, “Mom, what if you have five boys hor?”

I told him, I do have five boys.

He said, “But I have never met Vincent kor-kor wor.”

I answered, “Then, you pray and ask Jesus to allow you to meet him in your dream lor.”

He asked, “How I know he is Vincent kor-kor leh?”

Moms alway have answers for everything. We are programmed by God.

I told him, “If you see a boy about 9 years old, that’s him. He probably looks like David or Michael or Jeffrey or you. All of you look the same mah.”

And he really launched into a prayer. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit….Lord Jesus, let me meet my Vincent kor-kor in my dream so I know how he looks like. Amen. In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit ”

Then, he continued, “Wuah, if Vincent kor-kor is here, nice lor. I get to play with him. Not like David…he always do me one (annoy him).”

After that..he went to sleep.

Amen.

Talking about dreams, usually we don’t have the privilege to dream of our children in heaven. Many bereaved moms desperately want to have one tiny glimpse but they are usually met with no dreams. I too had prayed really hard and thank God, long time ago, there was this one time when I really did dream of my #4 son. I dreamt we were in a park having a picnic. It was just a short dream but that gave me the comfort that he is probably in heavens. That is one of the main reason why I turned to Christianity. We believe in resurrection. Not rebirth or worse, lingering around in the underworld, waiting for the relatives to offer foods and paper stuffs. (Sorry if I sound rude but that’s my real feelings. Can you imagine I have to feed my baby of 7 mths old with milk every single year at Cheng Beng for the rest of my life? )

The above song is by Eric Clapton. I think his son died too. He asked, “Would you know my name? If I saw you in heavens?”

I believe by the time we get to heavens, we probably don’t care anymore because sadness, tears, fears are all not part of heavens.

I am going to close my comments because I know people can be offended with my reasons. I hate arguing with people whose kids have not died and never walked in my shoes.