My son, Brian, practically lived off of Chick-fil-A sandwiches. He was a college student at JMU at the time that his mother and I were living halfway across the world. To supplement his meager grocery budget, he made it a point to travel to every Chick-fil-A grand opening to be one of the first 100 customers there so he could receive the free Chick-fil-A meal cards. He would often leave his home the night before to camp out at the opening location no matter the weather. He went to every one that was within driving distance the night before. All said and done, he collected many, many cards.
In August, 2010, he and 9 others who were with him on a medical aid trip in Afghanistan were killed by insurgents (this was on national news). When we finally went through his belongings, we found a number of these cards still unused. My wife and I and our other children went to Chick-fil-A in honor of Brian and used his cards.
Though he is gone now, we all still eat often at Chick-fil-A. It has become one of the ways we connect with his memory as well as enjoy delicious food. The best connection we have with him is the knowledge that we all will see him again one day. Are there any Chick-fil-A's in Heaven?