I went down to the baseball stadium to see the game. It was a fine day, and from my seat high in the upper deck I could see the city surrounding the park. I could see the traffic moving through the streets. I could see the tall buildings all around. I thought about how my father would have loved this. I thought about him living in an apartment in one of these buildings and coming down here every day in the summer heat to see the game. He would have been in heaven. And when I thought the words “in heaven”, I took a moment to consider them literally. Maybe he really was somewhere just like this, someplace beyond this life, making his way through the city streets with his ticket and a mitt for catching foul balls. And if that were so, if there was even a possibility that that were so, then in a way, this really was heaven already, this was a little parcel of heaven, a few city blocks colliding with eternity. This was what heaven meant to someone and it was here in this life, on Earth. I sat there high above the field and I smiled at the thought.