If Heaven Had Visiting Hours

If Heaven had visiting hours, I’d be there in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t stop until I found you, waiting for me just as I’ve imagined so many times before.

The first thing I’d do is run into your arms. I’d hold you as tightly as I could, as if holding on long enough might make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I wouldn’t let go, not right away. I’d bury my face in your shoulder, breathe you in, and feel the steady beat of your love as if it never left me. I’d let that hug say everything I can’t find the words to say—I’ve missed you so much. I love you so much.

I’d take my time because I know how precious every second would be. I wouldn’t rush through that moment because I’ve dreamed of it for far too long. And in your arms, I’d feel like I was a child again—safe, whole, and unconditionally loved.

I’d tell you everything. I’d tell you about the kids, how much they’ve grown, and how proud you’d be of them. I’d tell you about the little things too—the funny stories, the quirks they’ve picked up, the parts of them that remind me so much of you.

And I’d tell you about me. About the days that feel so long without you. About the nights I’ve cried because I wanted nothing more than to call you. I’d tell you how much I’ve tried to stay strong, even when it felt impossible.

Then I’d ask you the questions I’ve carried with me for so long:

Did you feel this way when I moved on with my life?

What gave you strength on the hardest days?

What would you tell me now if you could?

And I’d listen. I’d soak in every word, every laugh, every look. I’d hold onto them as if they were treasures, trying to store them away in my heart so they’d never fade.

When the hour was over, I know I’d break. How could I say goodbye again? I’d cling to you just one more time, wishing I didn’t have to let go. I’d cry the tears I’ve been holding back for so long—not just out of sadness, but because I know how lucky I was to be loved by you.

As I walked away, I’d turn back over and over again, wanting to capture your faces in my memory one last time. I’d leave with a heart heavier than ever, but also fuller, knowing I’d felt your love again, even if only for a little while.

And maybe that’s the lesson I’d carry with me. That your love was never really gone—it’s in every memory, every laugh, every moment I feel you near.

But oh, if Heaven had visiting hours—just one more hug, one more moment, one more chance to say I love you—what a gift that would be.