I once told her that heaven was easy to see;
All you had to do was open your eyes, and look around.
A long, hard, rewarding night of work.
A half-hour drive, listening to the radio, looking forward to some much-needed rest and seeing my family.
Coming home, to a place that is truly ours.
The temperature is a little chilly, because its early, but still comfortable.
A scent of fresh baking in the air, from the cereal factory across town.
A family inside, waiting to say good morning, and give hugs and kisses.
See them off to school; have a good breakfast.
Tell her good night, get a kiss, get some sleep.
Dream of the future, so bright and fulfilling.
Wake up in time for dinner; sit with the family, laugh, talk, have fun.
Put the kids to bed; kiss them good night and wish them a good day tomorrow at school.
Spend some time alone with her; watching tv, enjoying each other.
A kiss good-bye; back in the car, another drive to work in the cool breeze of night.
Listening to the radio, even sad songs can't spoil my mood.
Back at work- I'm healthy, young, looking forward to it.
And start the whole thing over the next day.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't exist.
I've already been there.
And the tumor means nothing.