This is Max Locato. You sleep alone in a double bed. You walk the hallways of a silent house.

You catch yourself calling out his name or reaching for her hand. Goodbye is the challenge of your life.

To get through this is to get through this raging loneliness, the strength draining grief.

Just the separation has exhausted your spirit. You feel

quarantined, isolated. May I give you some hope? If heaven's throne room has a calendar, one day is

circled in red and highlighted in yellow, the Bible says, the master himself will give the command.

Archangel thunder, God's trumpet blast.

He will come down from heaven, and the dead in Christ will rise first.

Then the rest of us, who are still alive, will be caught up with them into the clouds to meet the master.

What a day that will be.

We'll be walking on air. There will be one huge family reunion.