Yes, time marches on, and because of that it's been six months since Michael went home.
Hard to believe.
On the one hand, I hate that it has been that long since we've been here together. On the other hand, I know that I'm six months closer to seeing him again, and that's what keeps me going - the knowledge that there is more than this fallen world and this fragile life.
When it's my time to go or when the trumpet sounds, whichever comes first, then I will begin an eternity with Michael. We'll do so many things that we didn't have time to do here, and we'll experience things I can't even begin to imagine. Of course, Heaven will be so much more than just hanging out with Michael. But because I can't really understand all that God is preparing for those that love Him, I tend to focus on what it will be like to be reunited with Michael. I already know how good it is to be with him. If you knew him, you know just what I'm talking about.
I oftentimes imagine him exploring the present Heaven like he explored so many international cities when he was touring with the PA band. By now I expect that he's made a ton of new friends, come to know our Lord Jesus in a way he didn't while he was here, and he's using his gifts to serve the Him. I fully expect that Michael will be my "tour guide" when I get there. That he'll take me by the hand and show me all his favorite places in the heavenly city like he did when we went to Madrid and London. It's going to be amazing.