Where was I? We were upstairs in the girls’ room. I was talking about heaven and Bec was looking at me suspiciously.“Do you mean it’s like Santa...” she asked. “Is heaven just another story for little children?”I smiled at Bec. “Not really. I doubt if there’s a single adult anywhere that thinks Santa is actually real, but many, many adults think heaven is a real place. If someone we love dies, I think it’s comforting to think they end up in a happy place. It makes us feel better and that’s what’s. Gary was VERY HAPPY to see me when I got home and when I related how my evening had gone he drug me off to the bedroom and stayed after me until I wore the poor dear out. Just in time too - guess what showed up on time today?Today was shopping and Santa pictures. Looks like a quiet evening at home.You know ... your wife probably invited everyone over to help decorate because of your recent injury. Give the girl some credit for looking out for you.To: C 12/2/07Just finished the next BASWYou and. The lunch cost a small fortune but to spend it in her company was worth every penny, she glowed like a woman who was having the time of her life, she eventually said she had to run, I never enquired or ever have, as to why she needs to be home by mid afternoon, maybe to be home for the k**s coming home from school if you have any? or maybe you work shifts I don’t know and don’t really care, but I did manage to persuade her to join me the following week for lunch again and the real trick was. ..." sherry had said with much disdain from matt. i looked at the boy who stared at me wit a look of intrest which made me blush. " please dont stare like that its too much" i said looking away. he smiled at my blush and laughed it off." cute...." was all he said as he looked at matt. " can we move on to the movie i have other arrangments to handle afterward." matt nodded and we all walked off down the hallway toward the movie theater. " so whats your name?" the boy asked quietly as he watched.