Are There Fuzzy Pajamas In Heaven?

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A couple of weeks ago, I caught an episode of "How It's Made" on television and they were making coffins. It showed how the wood was selected and then hand-carved to make the edges round and then specially crafted so the top was in two pieces and could open halfway for viewing. It showed how wood shavings were packed in the bottom before the satin was placed and folded.

And now my friend is lying in one.

4:22 A.M.

If I stop thinking of the time, perhaps my heart and mind will stop racing long enough for me to get some sleep.

My friend sleeps permanently.

I've been told that the things that bring us comfort in this life won't be needed in the next.

But what if they are?

Do angels sleep?

I sleep best in fuzzy things. Fuzzy tops, fuzzy bottoms. When I'm awake, I walk around the house in fuzzy flip flops.

There's something comforting about fuzzy things.

I wonder if there will be fuzzy pajamas in heaven?

It's amazing how things take on a new significance when a person dies.

The most mundane things all of a sudden become "momentos".

Like the envelope for the Christmas card my friend sent a couple of weeks ago.

There's nothing special about it, other than the fact that it was written and then sealed by her.

Part of her legacy...always thinking and doing for others. Sending things in the mail, either snail mail or electronically, was her way of constantly being in touch.

Her messages of spiritual encouragement and optimism usually filled by in-box.

But not yesterday.

Or today.

I know my friend is in a better place. I hope that she is happy where she is and surrounded by the things that bring her the most comfort.

But for now, my comfort comes from the fact that I was blessed to know her and consider her my friend.

Fuzzy things are usually so good at making me feel better.

But right now, they just don't seem to be working right.