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So What is There to Do in Heaven for all Eternity? I’ve been cooped up in this apartment for two weeks now ever since this corona virus pandemic has been going around and I have been thinking about things. I shouldn’t think this way but I’m 75 now and most of my life has passed me by. Anyway I wondered what it’s going to be like when I am dead. Is there a Heaven? I don’t know. Everybody from the time I was born always said there was but how do they know. Let’s just say there is. So you go to heaven for all eternity. Now what am I suppose to do with myself in Heaven for all eternity? I have been cooped up in this apartment for two weeks now and it’s driving me nuts. I can’t imagine being stuck in my apartment forever. If there is a Heaven there better be something for me to do for all eternity. Yes I’ll be able to see my Mom and Dad and the rest of the family, I HOPE but then what? I love photography and playing craps at the casino but we are talking all eternity here. I would surely get bored doing that after a while. So my question still remains, “What is there to do in Heaven for All Eternity?” The second possibility is that there is nothing. There was nothing before I was born so why would there be anything afterwards? I remember when I had a heart attack. I was 49 at the time. I had to have open heart surgery. Just before I went into the operating room, I laid there on the gurney with tubes going into me. I just knew I wasn’t going to make it. “I wonder what it’s going to be like being dead,” I said to myself laying there. I was calm about the thought of not coming out of this alive. Maybe it was all the tranquilizer medicine that they injected into the tubing that ran into my arm. This guy came into the room and said, “I am going to put you to sleep now.” He injected something into my tubing and that was it. I don’t even remember going out. It happened so fast. The next thing I remember was all these doctors and nurses surrounding me. I had this big hose going down into my throat that was pumping oxygen into my lungs. The doctor started pulling it out slowly. “Can you breathe,” he asked me. “Yes,” I told him. Right then I realized that I wasn’t dead. But I was scared now that I would die all over again. In the beginning I was prepared to die and I was alright with it but now that I had made it through the surgery, I could feel my chest after they had cut it open and I was scared that I would die. I was angry at first. “Why did I have to wake up? I don’t want to go through this dying again,” I thought to myself. I learned later that they had kept me under for 36 hours. The doctor said I was having some trouble with my blood pressure. From the time they put me under until the time I woke up there was no sense of time going by. They had stopped my heart and my lungs. That’s about as dead as you can get without actually being dead. I didn’t see anybody when I was under. My x-wife asked me that question. There was just nothing at all. So I am thinking that’s probably the way it’s going to feel like when I am dead. I truly hope I am wrong. I have prayed every night since my Mom died when I was 17 and I am looking forward to seeing her again. I sure would love to see my Mom again and wrap my arms around her and hug and kiss her. Then we could hang out together in Heaven. That would be awesome.
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