According to the movie and my own opinion, it's in Iowa.
I have zero doubt. I can't prove it, I can't sell you on it, I just kind of know it. It's what faith is actually about. This has nothing to do with a specific church, it has nothing to do with a specific pastor. It has everything to do with the feeling when you are sitting in a tree at the edge of the woods when the sun starts to creep over the horizon and black turns to orange, pink and shades of blue and you just know it can't be an accident. I can't watch one of my kids sleeping and not know it to my core.
I can't tell you anything to make you feel better about your loss, I can't prove to you that there is or isn't. I can tell you that regardless of the unknown outcome, your ancestors are still with you. This very day I read a post on CP about a conversation I had with my grandfather that took me back for a few minutes to a place that felt good.
I'm not your preacher, I'm not trying to sell you any brand of anything. I'm just telling you to find a quiet place and a quiet time and silently ask the being who knows the answer. Then listen carefully.
Originally Posted by KC native
I said I'm an expert dickrider.