Aw Well,
The first thing here is you are assuming there is a Place called Heaven and a place called Hell. Some of course buy into this Theory and some don't. And over the last 6000 years a lot of bogus information has been passed off as fact, without any real checking to see if it is true or otherwise. And all of this supposition that there is actually a place called heaven and a place called hell was and is the musings of man.

We all lose loved ones on a regular basis and don't know what or where they go. We all go thru every conceiviable thing that happens in the Univeres over time. What you are going thru all depends where you are on the Cosmic Scale. So let me use my Paint Bucket Secereno.

In the paint bucket there are little pigments of paint. As you stir the paint the pigments that were next to each other will start to seperate from each other. So your loved ones will also seperate from you as time goes by. If you stir the paint long enough every bit of pigment will return to it's former location as it was before you started to stir the paint. How long it will take of course no one knows but it will happen.

Scientests/Astrologers talk about the Procession of the Equounoxes. The procession advances one degree every 72 years. For a complete cycle from the first degree of Aries back to the first degree of Aries takes 25,920 years. So the shortest period you and your loved ones will be together as they are today is 25,920 years.

I don't suscribe to any physical place as Heaven or Hell but sycholigialy speaking there probably is.

Ther have been a few cases of people coming back and remembering their past. Bridy Murphey was one. You can Google to read about it.

The thig that disgusts me the most is paople getting into Religion and never do any real checking to see if the are right.
Years ago my mother got involved in the Seventh Day Adventsts. They celebrate the Sabbath on Saturday. My older brother got involved in the Calavery Babtist Church They Celebrate their thing on Sunday. My mother needed my brother to cut her grass. But she didn't want him to cut it on Sadurday, because that was the Sabbath! He wouldn't cut it on Sunday as yo might well imaigine!

I knew a guy that was a Catholic. He married a Protasant. His mother gave him holy hell for marrying outside his faith. Religion? Me and Big Jim is on the same page here. Have a nice day!

Ray E. Strode