The hymn writer put it well.
I’m gonna move from this world of fear,
Kinda gettin’ tired of living here
I want to go home where the winds of sorrow never blow.
Far from the shadow of the tomb,
Far from the sadness and the gloom
I wanna go home when death demands my shattered soul.
In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Sounds good, doesn’t it? Give it some thought.
Gary