Father Of It All

By Jeremy Brown

Imagine if tomorrow was your last day on earth but instead of waking in Heaven or the alternative that most have been taught. You wake on another planet and still having the full memory of your experience on earth you become the Adam for that planet. You are given a thousand years and a soulmate to be fruitf

• Language: English
• Publisher: Global Summit House
• Release date: Aug 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781649990068

Jeremy Brown

Dr. Jeremy Brown trained at University College School of Medicine in London and completed his residency in emergency medicine in Boston. He was the Research Director in the Department of Emergency Medicine at George Washington University before moving to the National Institutes of Health, where he now directs its Office of Emergency Care Research. His opinion pieces have been published in The New York Times and The Washington Post, and he has written for Discover magazine.

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Father of it All

Jeremy Brown

Copyright © Jeremy Brown.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by reviewers, who may quote brief passages in a review.

ISBN: 978-1-64999-007-5 (Paperback Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-64999-008-2 (Hardcover Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-64999-006-8 (E-book Edition)

Some characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Contents

Chapter 1: Gone Too Soon

Chapter 2: The Next Life

Chapter 3: Arriving at Destiny

Chapter 4: The Threat of Darkness

Chapter 5: All One Language

Chapter 6: Enjoying the Land

Chapter 7: Planet’s First Births

Chapter 8: The Great Flood

Chapter 9: Prepare for the Journey Home

Chapter 10: Nimrod’s Epiphany of the Mountains

Chapter 11: Deborah Arrives Home

Chapter 12: The Tower

Chapter 13: Mountain Journey Ends

Chapter 14: Paradise

Chapter 15: Darkness Has Arrived

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Gone Too Soon

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He hated those brakes. For the car being as new as it was, there was no reason for the brakes to be squealing every time he tapped them. Jason leaned back until he sank into the car seat. He wanted to sink until he disappeared completely.

Dad? Are you okay? Elizabeth leaned forward and reached for the old man’s hand. He shook his head and blew out a deep breath to release the tension and to hold back the tears.

Today is a bad day. A bad day.

To anyone else, the day was perfect. The sun shined through fall’s trees causing light murals to be cast upon the ground. The wind blew at its lightest setting as if to whisper to the outdoor creation that all was well. The park down the street was filled with joggers, families, and individuals playing pickup basketball. To them, it was a great day.

I know this is hard, Dad. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.

Jason turned to Elizabeth. Are you kidding? I have to go. Peter would know, and he would make life miserable from up there if he found out. He chuckled to himself. Forty years, Beth. Forty years, I knew Peter for forty long years.

I know. He practically watched me grow up, she smiled. I’m pretty sure that mom was jealous of him because of how much time you two spent together.

He was my brother, Jason sighed. He squeezed his daughter’s hand and then grabbed for the door handle. Cars were starting to arrive and fill up the parking lot of the funeral home. Jason smiled politely at people who were there that really didn’t personally know Peter other than how much he had impacted their lives. That wasn’t a surprise. Peter either knew everyone or knew about everyone, and everyone loved him.

Several people nodded towards Jason as he and Beth walked down the cobble-stone pathway to the entrance and stepped inside. Jason smiled at the greeters. Funny concept. Greeters at a funeral. How were you supposed to welcome people to a service about death? Beth must have sensed that he was going to say something because she veered him away from them, to a table set up by the doors. An 8x10 photo of Peter’s mischievous blues eyes stared back at them. He stood tall and stout with his hands at his chest like he was plucking the straps of a pair of suspenders. His smile seemed to be meant for that moment. It was almost like he was telling Jason, I did it. I got outta there before you.

It’s funny how time works. It’s all so—strange, he said to the picture. Beth nodded. I mean, it seems like it was just yesterday that we were constructing that hospital and…

There was another photo on the table with the same size. This one showed Peter in his forties with a group of missionaries and dozens orphans dressed in minimal clothing and big bright smiles.

Is this the trip you were supposed to go on, but mom was pregnant with John? Yep, Jason said. I was supposed to be a part of the team to help build the first wing, and your mother wasn’t going to tell me that she felt like your brother was going to come at any moment because she knew how much I wanted to go. I’m glad I stayed though. Peter said that he was going to go back with me someday, and we did. That was just what he loved to do. He always wanted to help people, and it wasn’t a burden. It was an opportunity.

We should go inside, Beth urged. She hooked her arm in his and pulled him along with her. The room seemed stuffy. People talked in hushed tones like they didn’t really want to be there, but felt awkward if they talked in their full voices. Beth started to lead him towards Peter’s widow and their children. She paused as her father stops. I’ve got you, dad. You can do this.

Anne Marie stood when she saw them approach. Jason! Oh, Jason!

You don’t have to stand, Anne, Jason waved her off as she got to her feet and embraced him. Beth let go as he returned the embrace. The two enjoyed the connection for a moment before Anne Marie fanned herself.

You had to get the tears to start up again. Whew! I’m so glad you are here though. I couldn’t go through this without you.

Jason sat down next to her with Beth on his other side. They stared at the casket at the bottom of the stairs leading to the podium. Have you gone up to look at him?

No, is that strange? She whispered. All of the kids did. It makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. Is it wrong that I’m scared to look at him?

You want me to go up there with you? Jason asked.

Anne Marie looked hesitantly at him and then at the casket. Her mouth twitched at the thought, but she grabbed Jason’s hand. They both stood up and walked over to the opened casket.

He looked at peace. Though he was dressed to the nines in a wonderfully, fitted suit, Peter looked relaxed.

He’d be happy with this? Anne Marie said.

He’d joke about how much he looked like a stiff, Jason laughed.

Yes, he would. He would make fun of himself at his own funeral, Anne Marie sighed. He would always find joy in the worst times.

Made him someone that you wanted to look up to, Jason said. You sure you want me to talk today?

Anne Marie scolded him with a look. Yes, I want you to talk. You’re his best friend. He would strike you do—I will strike you down.

Jason held up a hand. Okay. I was just checking.

She pinched him a little. That’s for even bringing up that question in the first place.

The beginning of the service was beautiful. The pastor did a good job of acknowledging everyone and he gave a brief talk, but not a sermon. That, Peter had always made clear when it came to his funeral wishes. He said that pastors only needed to preach on Sundays and Wednesdays in church; they needed to be people every other time. The closer that it came for him time to speak, the more Jason felt like he wasn’t prepared to say anything. He held Anne Marie’s hand in one of his hands, and Beth’s in the other. Finally, both of them squeezed his hands to encourage him to go up. Jason stood in the eerie quiet and walked up the stairs. He gripped the sides of the podium and looked out over the sea of faces.

I’ve known Peter for more than forty years and he has always been the same - loving and caring, especially to those most special to him. One thing I know about him is that he would have looked at all of you people and said, C’mon, cheer up. You people act like you’re at a funeral. Laughter echoed throughout the group there. Jason smiled. Seriously, though. He wouldn’t want anyone here to be sad for him. He had a love that was unlimited and a joy that was infectious. His arms were wide open, and his reach was wide-ranged. You saw that picture out there of him with the children he helped build a hospital for? I remember, oh, maybe thirty years ago,