No strings on me

A friend of mine recently shared a story from her past. When he father died, her son was only 10 years old. not really knowing how to address this with him, she sat him down, and they started talking about our souls, heaven and hell, and God. Her son looked at her and said that he believed that, as humans, we are like puppets. Our bodies are attached to strings that keep us tethered here on Earth. Once we die, those strings get cut, and our souls are set free to go beyond. We must remember that our form on Earth is but a temporary one. We are but flesh and blood here, but it is our souls that will remain eternal with God.