A good friend died unexpectedly this past week. We went to High School and College together, climbed Mt Adams together, went on double dates together, and played basketball together. He was in my wedding, and was responsible for totally trashing my car during the reception. He was a good man who lived well and glorified Jesus by his life. We didn’t see each other much in the last 40 years after I moved to Jefferson to Pastor, just a couple times a year when we went to Trout Lake to see my family. I haven’t done a formal counting, but I am getting close to having as many friends and family in heaven as I have here on earth. I often wonder about details of life after death. Of all those who I know well the person I am most looking forward to seeing is my Dad, and I wonder what he will look like. Will he look like he did when he died or when he was 18? In my photos on my iPad I have a picture of him when he was about 65, and one of him and mom when they were married, and one of him when he was about 18 years old. I think I will recognize him no matter what he looks like. I wonder, will he be waiting for me like someone at an airport or will I have to hunt him up because he is so busy? One thing for sure that I recognize as we drive to the Memorial service is that my faith in Jesus and confidence in the resurrection and eternal life with ultimate happiness is a great foundation to live on .