Laying still, I ask my mother if she would like to have a visit – she’s in Heaven. She pretty much always says yes. I usually get to the cloud first. Sometimes the clouds are rather bumpy and I have to focus on walking over the poofiness and not falling off. Once I find a spot, I sit, rarely am I laying on a cloud. My mother just appears. I never see her walking -I am not sure why. Maybe they don’t have to walk to in Heaven.