I think just maybe you can get into Heaven with a note like the one Rudi wrote to get us onto Island Beach (https://leeduigon.com/2015/12/15/a-wee-memory-break/).
I close my eyes–heck, I don’t even have to close ’em–and I can hear my father whistling Cindy, O Cindy as he repainted my bedroom. I can hear John playing a harmonica duet with his brother, Jakob, when Jakob came over from Holland on a visit. And I can see the sun glinting off the waves as I tried to learn to surf-fish.
Good, good things to remember! I wouldn’t sell ’em for a million dollars.
And every good thing is the gift of God.
At midnight my family and I went outside to see the beautiful stars and we saw some shooting stars (Mars was shining brightly, too). This is a good thing to remember when I get older.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.”- Psalm 19:1
I also have many memories about going fishing, which is one of my hobbies.