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Avery looked at the small brown box on the nightstand, and inside was her grandfather's urns. The two of them had a really close relationship, but unfortunately, he ended up dying from cancer. Tears came down from Avery's eyes as she tried to wipe them off. But suddenly, a question pops into her mind. A question that was certain to get answers. Avery walked into the living room, and went up to her mother, sitting on her chair. She taps on her shoulder and says, “Hey mom? I don't normally ask these sorts of questions, but… where do people go when they die”
The mother looked into Avery's eyes, taken back by the sudden question. She brushes her hair to the side. “It depends on what you've done in your life”, the mother said, “if you've been good your whole life, you go to heaven. But if you've done a lot of bad things, you go to hell.”
“What if I did both?” Avery asks.
“Well,” the mother continued, “I believe they go into a special place. A place where God isn't sure on what their fate should be. I believe they come in many shapes and forms. Some would look humanoid, others won't. Some would have fangs, while others would have claws.” “So, basically,” Avery said, “they'd be monsters? Like vampires, werewolves, and zombies and stuff?” “Something like that,” the mother replied.
Avery was intrigued by the theory, and if it were true, it would definitely be a lifelong experience. “I bet when I die of old age,” she said, “I'd be eating people's brains!” The mother rolled her eyes with a smile. “I'm not so sure about that,”she says, “but you have to remember something. Just because someone's dead, doesn't mean they're gone forever. In fact, they'd still have a special place in your heart.” Avery's mother gently placed a finger to her chest. “Like grandpa?” She asks.
“Exactly,” her mother said. Avery never fully realized that fact until now. Sure, her grandfather was dead, but he was a part of Avery's heart and memory. “I… never realized that…” Avery says, “does this mean that grandpa is still here?” “In spirit he is,” the mother said. She gets up from her chair. “Well,” she said, “I better make lunch. I'll let you know when it's ready.”
“Ok, mom!” Avery said. The two of them went their separate ways, and Avery walked back to where she came from. She looked at her grandfather's urns one last time, and with a bright smile as she said…
“I hope to see you soon, grandpa.”