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roaring like a tornado. I plugged my ears and waited for it to pass. I was facing Him at the
time, and he pointed behind me and slowly spun me around as the winds blew. Jake began to
glow and as the wind blew fiercer the light grew brighter. It grew so bright that I was forced
to cover my eyes. The light penetrated my eyelids so I was forced to turn back around. The
wind died and the light diminished. I opened my eyes and uncovered my ears. The people
surrounding the bed were all crying. But Jake, old Jake stood in front of the bed looking at all
the people. After looking upon all of his family members that he would be leaving behind, he
turned towards me and Him. He instantly recognized Him and knew what was to follow.

“Jacob Thomas Kozlowski?” He said in the same tone in which he uttered my name to me.
Jake nodded.
“You know who I am, right?” He asked the old man. Jake slowly nodded. I couldn’t look
away. It was the first time I saw my son’s face since I died. I did my best to compose myself,
but it’s not easy when you have to wait to see someone just one more time.
“Well, You’ve had a good life, Jake. Both of you have. Come on, now. Kathryn is waiting.”
Both of us turned our focus to Him.
“Katie?” I blurted out, and at the same time “Mom?” The old man stuttered. It was at that
moment when it clicked for Jake. I slowly looked back at him and he returned my gaze. Tears
began to well up in his eyes, his lip began to tremble and magically, the years started to melt
away. Soon I was looking at the man Jake grew to be. And that’s when he said it, the one
thing I missed from the moment this journey began.

“Dad?”

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