Heaven

What does Heaven look like to you? I've been thinking about this a lot lately. You try and imagine what your loved ones new home looks like? What are they doing? How do they communicate? Do they miss me too? What does an average day look like? I know they are still with us when they leave. I know because I can feel my mom's presence at times, but it's not the same. I wonder if it will ever be the same? What will our relationship be like when I meet her in heaven. So much of life is having to figure out what you want to believe in and then having faith in that belief cause what is death? We don't really know anything about it. We can't define it.

My mom kept telling me to watch 1883 so I finally did and there was a line that stuck with me when Elsa was dying, "There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together and form a perfect world. That is heaven. And each heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear. And the sky is your imagination."

I like this thought. It's something I can wrap my head and heart around. Heaven is a collection of our most joyous moments.