People always said there would be no tears in this place. When she was still living on Earth, everyone said this. Preachers said it. Sunday school teachers said it. There were songs written about it.
But she’s here now. And she definitely sees people nearby who are having some tearful reunions. Interesting.
What a beautiful place, this heaven. It looks like a scene too grand for Hollywood to produce. Nobody could capture this. It would be like trying to fit the glory of Hawaii into a single postage-stamp. And, hey, Hawaii looks like a municipal landfill compared to these digs.
She’s been imagining heaven ever since she lost her husband. She hasn’t seen him in 30-some years.
When she first met him she was a girl. It was World War II. He he was skinny, handsome, and his smile was 2,300 watts. It was a big dance. She wore a nice dress. The band started playing something uptempo and the young man asked if she would do him the honor. He presented
his hand. She took it.
Her first words to the gentleman were, “Can you Jitterbug?”
He laughed. “Can I? You’d better believe it.”
That man. That beautiful man. They were married forever. Then he died and left her alone. After his funeral she spent the rest of her life wondering about this divine realm.
Now she stands in a single-file line of souls, they are all waiting to get in the gates.
Funny. People on Earth used to call them “pearly gates.” And she always assumed they would look like the entrance to one of those snobby private neighborhoods. The kind with the golf courses, fitness centers, and electric carts. But these gates are made of marbled light. The actually glow.
Something else she never realized was how dark Earth is compared to the brightness of heaven. Although it does make sense when you think about it. Earth…