When you Die

My father pasted away on Monday September 1, 2008 and I buried him on Friday. My dad has been with me since my mom died 13 years ago and sometimes he could be a pain in the rear. But I miss him so much already, he would make me coffee in the morning, because he got up at 4 so the coffee would be done when I got up. He would talk to me while I cooked dinner and just be there when Jacob went to his room and wanted to play.

Jacob is my grandson and he has been with me since he has 6 and now he is 11 and he was very use to pappy being here and now he is lost with out him, and he ask me if pappy would go to heaven or the bad place, I never told him a lot about that because I am not sure I believe it myself, I think we go live another live. So I ask him where he heard that and off course it was TV. So I guess I would like to know how other people feel about it is there heaven and hell?
My parents never went to church much so either did we, but we were always told to believe in god and do what was right.
At our home you did not talk back to your parents and what they said was what was going to happen not you yelling until they gave in. And if we were bad or did not obey we got whipped not that any of us ever really did but we were told we would be and we thought that is what would happen so we listen to what they said. There was 6 of us kids at home and mom had things more together then I did and I only had one.
Sometimes I wonder what happen to the world and how did we let this happen. Children can not get punish in school because some where we thought this would be good and now kids bring guns to school. I think we all need to sit down and think about what mom and dad taught us and do what they would have said to do not what stupid ideas we came up with that dos not work.