I've just been hanging out with my Granny at a hospice in Texas. While in bed, we were talking about heaven. I don't think I've ever used the phrase, "feeling the spirit", but if there was ever a time I really felt it, it was today while we discussed heaven. I felt so much love and peace in the room. I/We knew, without a doubt(another phrase I don't use)that if heaven has a ghetto part that she would not be going there. She will go to the very best part and "we all get keys to come up to her mansion (post-edit:log cabin)". She's Betty Jean and she's not a Mormon.