Can people in heaven see you?

Fathers and mothers—to you I speak. 

Is it not the truth, and gladdening to your hearts, that the loved ones who have passed over can still come back—

That you can still communicate with them, even those bright little prattlers that sat on your knees, that fondled you with their tiny fingers and with pure lips kissed you on the cheek? 

And you had to part with them and the bitter thought rose up—

They are lost—lost forever! 

Ah—no—it is not so—banish the thought. 

They visit you—

They come to bless you—

To watch over you as much as we, the aged do—

We who have long, long ago crossed over the stream. 

These dear ones come to your hearths with their chains of roses to enwreath you and shed down on you the sweet perfumes of the heavenly land in which they dwell.

—Hafed, Prince of Persia