I'm hoping heaven is everything it's made up to be. They had an abusive father and bulimia, and I was one of the only people that cared about them. Now that they're gone, I'm all alone. You can bear with agony one day and then you wake up and realize you can't take it any more. They've gone through hell, and they deserves to be in heaven. I am an atheist, but I need need to believe in God right now.