I find Eddie's conversation with a Filipino kid funny. The child refers to her clothes as baro and saya which are correct naman, bakya—her shoes, her iridescent seashells by her feet—capiz, then a woven bamboo mat—banig. She calls her mother ina but as a Pinoy we usually call our mother nanay or inay. The kid said sundalong when what she really meant is sundalo minus ng, Filipino for soldier. I forgive her and I convince myself that it isn't author's mistake but the character's fault since she is five years old and tend to err in her words and language.
We really have no idea about what the real heaven looks like neither what will occupy us when we're dead nor what else will matter after this life, but Mitch Albom's idea of heaven is enthralling and makes me want to think it's true and makes me want to wonder who will be the five people I'll meet in heaven (if ever I get to heaven) and who is going to come to meet me and whom I'll share my stories with. Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet in Heaven blows my mind.
“No life is a waste,” the Blue Man said. “The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone." -Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven.
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