“Mama,” he rasped, “Mama, I was worried, but I’m not worried anymore.” Rebecca wiped away her tears with her free hand and held in her sobs. “Worried about what, sweetheart?” “I was worried . . . I was worried how you would find me and Daddy when you get to heaven. I knew there’d be a lot of people, and I didn’t know how you would find us. But I know now, Mama. I’m gonna whistle. So when you get there, I’m gonna whistle for you so you know where I am.”
