Today's the 7th day of Grandpa's death. It is said that the spirit of the deceased returns home on the 7th day. I wish I could be there - to see him again and to talk to him.
Last night, when I off the lights in my bedroom before I slept, I was half-expecting him to be there.

I wonder if there are peanuts and stout in heaven.

Grandpa, are you well? Are you walking around heaven without the walking stick we left with you? Are you looking at perfection through eyes which have no need of the spectacles we placed in your coat pocket? Have you got a new body, without the scar on your head where they operated to insert the tube to drain the blood from your brain? New skin, without the itchy skin problem that has plagued you for years? Are you looking down at us and seeing how much we miss you?

Come back and visit whenever you can.
Oh, what I would give just to see you again.