Where is Jason?

First and foremost I must say that Jason is in heaven, but what does that mean? I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ as Jason was. I am confident that I will see him again when I get there, but where is he now? What is he doing? I'm going to begin imagining what it is like for him. I believe he was escorted through the gate by the man who died for his sins. I don't think that man was wearing a white robe, sandals, looking like the pictures we have here. He might have been in Wrangler's and boots, who knows? When Jason went through the gate, he was met by his grandparents, aunts, uncles, family members who had died before him. I can imagine Grandad Slick meeting him for the first time, shaking his hand man-to-man. Grandad missed out on the sweet little boy we loved so much, but he will know him now as a man among men. He spent time with each person there, and they all told him how wonderful this place is. My mom probably had some chocolate chip cookies ready for him.
He died on a Saturday night, so his first day in heaven was Sunday--the day for a feast in our family. When Jason was little, we went to my parents every Sunday for dinner. I am imagining that they sat around a table that my dad and Tony's Uncle Bob built and had dinner together.
Phyllis fried chicken, my mom made pickled okra, Linda made one of her rich cheesecakes and they had vegetables grown in my dad's weedless garden. I don't remember ever eating Grandma Pearl's rolls, but I've heard about them--I'm pretty sure she made the rolls. The best thing is that no one had to work for this food--it was prepared with love, effortlessly. None of this is theology; it is just me thinking of the possibilities.
When I was a kid, I had this image of heaven--white clouds, blue skies, harps. I now see heaven as a place like earth without the sin and results of sin. I love the beauty of this earth; God created it. Why wouldn't he use the same elements in heaven? Just imagine--a thick green pasture that never needs to be mowed, no weeds, no sticktights--beautiful, lush trees that don't need trimming, flowers that grow naturally without constant nurturing. In that pasture there are horses, tame and broken, for our enjoyment. My pastor has mentioned that we may have more colors in heaven than we have here--interesting. I am going to quit now, let my mind relax, try to sleep.