I’ve never really been a super religious person before. I went to church a handful of times growing up. We only said grace at thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I don’t know any bible verses. But I am religious now. I have to be. I have to believe that there is a heaven up there. Because if I don’t, I’m going to go insane. Maya has to be in heaven with God and all of her deceased relatives because what’s the alternative? Her being nowhere? No. She has to be somewhere bright and happy and worry free. She has to be able to look down at us whenever she wants. I know she misses us as much as we miss her. I just hope wherever she is, that she’s happy and someone is taking care of her.