Visiting Hours In Heaven

The young son came to his father…not long after his Grandpa had died…with tears still lingering in his eyes…eyes that were open wide. "I know that Grandpa's gone, " he said, "and at the funeral we said goodbye…but is there anyway to visit him in heaven…or do I have to wait until I die? " "There are always visiting hours in heaven." Dad said. "But to heaven you don't have to climb…because heaven has made it easy to visit Grandpa…any place…at any time." "If you close your eyes and think about Grandpa…quickly you will see…you can visit him anytime you want…where he lives…in your memory." "And if you ever have a question for him…here's what you need to do…ask your question…close your eyes…listen…Grandpa will answer you." "You see, heaven is not just the place people go when from this world they depart…I believe each of us has a little piece of heaven…right here…inside our heart." "It's the way we were created…the way we were designed…it's where those we love, before they go, leave a piece of themselves behind." "And when we want to visit them…this moment…or long after they have died…we only need to close our eyes…think about them…and take a look inside…" "Look inside your heart…right now…that's what I'm going to do…that's where you'll find your Grandpa…waiting patiently for you." Dad held his son's hand in his…said, "lose your eyes"…and with their fingers interlaced… "Hi Dad! " "Hi Grandpa! " You could hear them whisper… as a smile lit up each face.