I have never really believe that there is a heaven or a hell. I do talk to my mom sometimes and I do look up but it's because it's beautiful in the sky. I have always thought my mom is somewhere having a picnic with her other dead friends and family. I imagine she's having BBQ hamburgers and having a cold beer. She's waiting until we can all come visit her but she's not lonely.
I guess whatever someone believe makes them feel peaceful. Peaceful is hard sometimes to find.