Thoughts of Heaven have been filling my head lately. Following Georgie’s death, I deconstructed everything that I was told to believe in. Slowly, slowly, a new perception and world view have emerged. I have reconstructed the world through the prism of our loss. The world needs to make sense to me as it stands now, a world where loss and pain are very real. There is a word we have in Romanian, “dor”. A word very hard to translate. It is more than missing. It is more than yearning for someone. It is that deep, deep longing in one’s heart that can never be satisfied once someone you love passes away. I miss my son. I yearn for his presence. I long to be with him. My being is at times struck down, literally, with the burden of loss. So Heaven as it was portrayed to me in church, as I was growing up, does not make sense anymore. We were created unique and savagely independent and in need of expression. So you know what …