heaven to me is a place your mind creates; a place where you are happiest.
I imagine your heaven being a garden with petunias and hydrangeas. you are kneeling with a small shovel in your hand digging little holes in a flower bed to place the little flowers there to live. your cancer is gone and so is your emphysema. your legs are perfect and your arms don't have bruises on them. ((your skin was always so sensitive)) you've got on your green striped shirt with the matching green pants. your cigarettes are in your pocket and you are humming and singing an old tune from 1951: "Hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' somethin' up with me!" you have that same front porch I remember drinking the same Lipton cold brew sweet tea.
that's where I think your heaven is.
where is my heaven?
right next to you. singing, planting flowers, and sipping sweet tea.