Live for heaven. In high school, I fell in love with a girl named Cyndi. After a storybook romance, we were married. But within six months, we learned the terrible news: Cyndi had cancer. After eight amazing years marked by miracles and struggle, Cyndi passed away. My two young children and I were left to search for hope and meaning through the shards of shattered dreams. Yet what we learned had so much more to do with life than death, more to do with hope than grief. We learned about the beauty of love and the joy of living for heaven. And one night in the brilliance of a Colorado sunset, we saw the beautiful healing hand of God, as He allowed mommy to paint the sky, showing us that eternity is not that far away. This is our story . . .