Am I in Heaven? No, I’m still alive. The hills, the trees, even the dirt is home to me. I could never get lost in these mountains. These mountains are mine. Before me, they were my dad’s. They were created by a Mighty Hand, but were passed down as an inheritance along with the lake, the rivers, the rocks. No single person owns this land like the old days; it belongs to each person who has come to know its beauty, inside and out. It’s nothing special. There are many places just like this one, but it’s special to my dad and me. My father was brought here as a child. He obviously saw something great in it because when we were children, he started to bring us here too. Is this how it started? I tell my kids yes.
The tale of these mountains is historic, but my story is short. I’ve only been on this earth for twenty-six years, about twenty-two of which have been spent here. Not exactly, we only came here for vacations, but we never left. My friends would tease me that I might as well move here because I never want to leave. This is only partially true. Like all places sincerely valued, you can’t stay here for too long, or else it loses the magic of being an escape from the real world. By staying here, I would bring the real world with me, and that would ruin everything. No, my home belongs where it is, and the lake belongs where it is. I wouldn’t change a thing, except for where my father is. Now, he IS in Heaven….
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