"Can you see Heaven in tomorrow?"

"Can you see Heaven in tomorrow?"

"Daddy, put me on your shoulders and let me touch Grandma's hand!" the little
girl said.

Daddy bent down, turned her around, and lifted her high above his head until
she was safely positioned on his shoulders.

"I can see tomorrow up here, Daddy," she said.

"You can?" he asked. "What does it look like?" he questioned her.

"Just like today, but more pretty!" she giggled.

"Now hold on, Jenny. I'm going up on top of this hill. When I tell you to,
stretch your arms way up and you can touch her hand."

He carefully walked up on top of the small hill just behind the bench I was
sitting on. The softball fans sit there each evening during the spring and
summer watching the local players compete. But today this hill served a higher
purpose.

For this is a spot where memories are made. This is a moment between parent and
child that gets filed away in memories for tomorrows yet to come. Perhaps when
this young girl will hold her babe high upon her shoulders and together they
will reach for Grandpa's hand, just like when she was a child.

He came down to where I was seated. His daughter played nearby. Her Daddy told
me afterwards that Jenny was very close to his Mom. She died a few months ago.

"Jenny said she wanted to hold hands with Grandma like she always did. I told
her Grandma was in heaven, out of reach," he said.

"Jenny told me that heaven is in tomorrow. If she climbed way up high she could
see it and touch Grandma's hand."

"Why did she say that Heaven was in tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, the last time she saw Grandma, she told Jenny that one day soon she would
go to heaven. Of course Jenny wanted to know when. Mom said 'Maybe tomorrow,
Jenny. She died two days later."

"So heaven is in tomorrow, then," I added. "So does she feel Grandma's hand?"

"Yes, very much so. In fact..." he paused when his daughter came running up to
him.

"I'll be right there, Jenny."

Jenny is such a beautiful child. You look at her and think "buttons and bows"
like a little girl in a story book.

Her Daddy continued. "One day when we did this, she stretched out her arms and
said, "Daddy, I can feel her hand!" Of course I played along and asked if it
were soft like I remember." He stopped for a moment. Shook his head and looked
down. I guess the memory of Mom was still very much alive in him.

"She then said, 'Yes, Daddy. She has a ring with four colors on it." I
couldn't believe what she said. I asked her to tell me again. She described it
as best she could for a young child."

"Did she remember a ring that Grandma always wore?" I asked.

"No. That's what amazed me. You see that ring was her Mother's ring that we
gave her. Each colored stone represented one of her children. She couldn't
wear it for year's because of her arthritis."

Once again he stopped to gain some composure.

"We placed it on her finger when she died. We had it cut to fit her."

"Could Jenny have seen it then?" I asked.

"No. We decided not to permit Jenny at the funeral viewing. She was much too
young to understand."

"So, Jenny never saw the ring?" I asked.

"No, not until that day. When she saw Heaven in tomorrow."

Jenny came rushing over and Dad and I said our goodbyes.

I thought a lot about this today. I asked myself a hundred times. So I'll ask
you.

Based on who you are. Knowing more about you than anyone else. Having whatever
faith you may have in yourself, your God.

Can you see "Heaven in tomorrow?" If you believe just reach up right now and
touch it.

Jenny did.

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