Who do you want to hang out with when you get to Heaven? Is it a Dad, Grandpa, that hot guy you were too scared to date in college? Or is it someone like…Elvis?
My grandma always said she hoped Elvis met her at the gate. When I get up there I’ll be sure to ask how that went for her.
Me? I want to meet Mother Teresa. Her and Erma Bombeck.
Erma…because she is just hilarious.
Mother Teresa…because she understood everything in the world as well as those who lived here.
One of my favorite quotes is below.
May we all live like her (even just a little) so this world can be a better place.
