What is Death Like?

Once upon a time there was a little seven-year old kid who suffered from an acute and sever illness...as his parents took him to the hospital and his condition grew no better, the doctors advised them that it is better for him to spend his last days at home.
His mother kept watching him as he was being put out as a candle a day after day but what can she do than praying for she could not believe that he was going to depart that soon.
She used to tell him a story to lullaby him everynight...but she was aware that he was not really listening but thinking of something else...heavy on his chest.
One night, after she finished her story about the good prince who conquered the evil king he asked: Mom, what is death like?
She could not stand it anymore in front of him for she knew that the moment was coming when she had to face this question and answer it. Feeling the weakness at her knees and the troubled heart of her son beating so hard..., she hid her face in her hands pretending that something had got into her eye. She ran away from his little beautiful eyes to the cold kitchen and leaned at the door and heard him coming out of the bed and getting closer. She prayed,,,God, tell me please what to say! And God did tell her...
The boy asked again: Mom, what is death like?
His mother answered: do you remember when you used to play soccer outside all the day long and then you would come in all tired and exhausted, unable even to take your clothes off, and you would sneak inside your parents' bed...but you used to wake up in the morning to find yourself in the other room, cleaned up, in your bed??? Ye would feel happy for you knew that it was your father whom you love who carried you with his strong arms to the other room...
Honey, this is what death is like...it is like when we sleep and wake up one morning to find ourselves in the other room, not tired, not dirty, but happy and clean for we know that it was our father who carried us with his strong carring arms to the other room...
The days passed by and the boy went to sleep...and indeed he was taken into the other room by is father...but fear did not know a way to his heart...it was only happiness, love, and trust in his Father who cared for him and loved him, and who carried him to the other room where pain and suffering have no power.

This is story is inspired from a sermon by Peter Marshal