02/26/2021
I saw Uncle Wayne last night. It was one of those dreams that doesn’t seem like a dream until you wake up. I think I was in heaven, but I’m not sure. I know it was a place where I had never been. It seemed like a large restaurant with a lot of wood, like a ranch-style barbecue cafĂ©. All of the tables in the center of the room had been removed and chairs were set up and there was a woman with strawberry-blondish hair at the front with a microphone. There were booths along both sides of the room and people sitting in those, too. There were a lot of people there, but I didn’t know anyone – unlike most stories of heaven that I have read.
I was standing on the right side of the room (I almost always stand on the right) toward the back and the woman with the microphone that I didn’t know was introducing people one-at-a-time. I guess it got to be my turn, though I didn’t hear any of the other introductions. She said (and I quote), “There are some McDonalds here from far away.”
That’s when I saw him. He was sitting in one of the booths toward the front of the room but on the opposite side from me. I’m not sure, but I think he was sitting across the table from Uncle Cecil. When he (and I) heard her say that, he stood up and looked right at me. He was much younger than the last time I saw him. He was still tall and willowy, but his hair was dark and his features smooth.
As soon as he saw me, he started walking across the room right in front of the lady with red hair. She was still speaking, but I don’t know what she was saying, and it didn’t matter. I started toward Uncle Wayne and we met in the front of the room and in front of all those people that I guess Uncle Wayne knew, but I didn’t. I hugged him and buried my face in his chest and cried. He said, “I love you.”, but I just cried. I hugged him for a long time, and he just let me hug him and cry.
I woke up still crying.
I didn’t know there would be barbecue restaurants in heaven. Maybe there are different heavens – like Texas heaven and Alabama heaven. Who knows? I don’t know why there is a need for microphones in heaven, and I don’t know who pays the electric bill up there. I learned about heaven that even though you might look younger, you retain your stature. Uncle Wayne was still tall, and I was still short.
I want to go back. I bet the barbecue is good.
