Heaven; as I've come to realize from reading Mitch Albom's book; is wherever and whatever our hearts want it to be -- a favorite place in the park, a seaside spot or on top of a mountain.
It's was a very beautiful book, and it was a very beautiful thought. And now that I am hormonal and it's almost 2 in the morning while I am sitting here, listening to sappy songs, I'll share to you a piece of my heaven. Only a little piece since however I describe it to you, you can never see it, feel it or even smell the way it is in my imagination. No words could ever translate my little heaven, my little heaven at least for now, if I'd ever die soon.