My son's death brought me sufferment and pain, but after hearing him express that he had seen Jesus and that he was going to take him to Heaven, I decided to get on my knees and pray. I passed by a church with him and the marquee read, "The Best Way To Get To God is through knee mail." Sure enough I did this for about 2 hours. The following day, my son passed away.
In spite of my sufferment, I decided that he is very happy, and I needed to stop being selfish. I was priveleged that tis was announced to me. His pain and suffering were gone. He struggled with severe anxiety disorder, but finally he was with his best friend Jesus.