Before Dad passed away in 2003, I never really put much thought into what happens ‘afterwards’. I had settled into a nice easy theory that once you die, you go into the ground and that is it.
It absolutely amazed me that the instant I heard the news about my Dad, everything changed. My heart instantly started searching for another answer because the one I had mentally quipped was too cold, too devastating and way too permanent.
I have become quite a different person since the fateful day when I found out Dad was no longer walking this earth. Now, every time I hear that someone else has passed away, I choose to feel happy for them because I picture them entering Dad’s pub ‘in the sky’– dark wood, beautiful stained glass, custom designed furniture, comfortable seating with rich fabric, ambient lighting, pool tables, vintage pinball machines, interesting artefacts everywhere, great music, along with every beer, spirit and wine you could ever desire paired with fantastic food.
I imagine when someone enters ‘heaven’, they walk in through the beautiful hand carved wooden pub door and they are greeted by Dad’s big welcoming smile. They instantly know they have a friend and they are happy to be there. Sitting belly up to the bar, he explains to them the perks of ‘heaven’: there is no money, there is no time, there are no restrictions and everything is good for you.
He offers them a drink to celebrate their new stage of life. He holds up his glass and does a warm introduction to the rest of the crowd at the bar and they all have a toast to their new friend. Settled on their bar stools, they reminisce about family, friends, funny life stories and they laugh and laugh.
The best thing about the pub and Dad as “St. Peter” is that everyone is welcome…all the time.