“What If Every Time You Think About Them, It’s Because They Are Telling Someone About Us in Heaven?”

“What If Every Time You Think About Them, It’s Because They Are Telling Someone About Us in Heaven?”

There’s a certain ache that comes with missing someone who’s no longer here—a quiet kind of longing that sneaks in at unexpected times. You might be driving, folding laundry, standing in line at the store… and suddenly, they’re there. Not physically, of course, but in your thoughts. A memory, a laugh, a moment you shared. It hits you without warning. Sometimes it stings. Sometimes it soothes.

And then I came across this quote:
“What if every time you think about them, it’s because they are telling someone about us in heaven?”

I had to pause and read it again. And again.

Because what if that’s true?

What if our loved ones—those we’ve said goodbye to, those we still mourn and miss in the quiet corners of our lives—aren’t truly gone? What if, in the most divine and mysterious way, they’re still connected to us? Not just watching, not just remembering, but talking about us?

Imagine them in heaven, their soul light and whole again, leaning over to someone new and saying, “Let me tell you about someone I love.” And maybe, at that exact moment, you feel that familiar tug in your heart. A thought of them. A wave of nostalgia. Not a coincidence… but a connection.

Maybe they’re bragging on you.
Maybe they’re laughing about an old memory.
Maybe they’re just missing you too.

There’s something comforting in that thought. Something gentle and holy about the idea that our memories of them aren’t just one-sided—that they, too, remember us. That the love we still carry isn’t unreciprocated.

Grief often feels so lonely. But maybe it doesn’t have to be. Maybe the moments when someone crosses your mind aren’t signs of sorrow—but glimpses of a sacred conversation happening somewhere beyond the veil. A whisper from heaven reminding you that love—real love—never ends. Not with distance. Not with death.

So the next time they cross your mind out of the blue, smile. Maybe they’re smiling too, telling someone up there, “That’s the one I love. That’s my person.”

And maybe—just maybe—that thought was their way of saying hello.