Some may consider this book a story about life and death, God and angels, if we have a soul, or what happens after we die, and maybe even what a human body can endure in terms of suffering, but it is not. To me, it is a love story.
Without the love of my wife, Goobs, none of this would have been possible. There are many love stories in our history, full of tales of how one is willing to die for their love, but mine is different. I would have been more than willing to die for my love, but it wasn't going to be this easy for me; I had to come back from the dead for my love.
I realize now that life is so short. You can just sit down and wait for it to end; it won't be long. It never is, no matter how long you live. If you are lucky enough to find true love, that one person who isn't just your soulmate but your very soul itself, then God has truly blessed you. That is my Goobs.
I find that it doesn't seem to matter what you believe in, or why you believe so or choose not to believe, but that doesn't change the facts. I am not a religious person per se, but when one finds oneself dead, standing in the kingdom of heaven, it's pretty hard to say you don't believe in any of this. I found my soul standing in that very position, facing a decision I couldn't bear to make, and this is my story...