Suddenly, without warning, Mama opened her eyes, her face awash with glorious joy. She lifted both arms towards Heaven and made beckoning motions with her hands. And as clear as a bell, no mumbling, no stumbling, no trailing off, she said, “Oh! Here’s my Sweetie! When did you get back? Come here! I love you!” And then, just as quickly, she returned to her comatose state, but a look of puzzlement would sometimes fleet across her face like, “What was that about?” It was an incredibly Holy moment and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
Surrounded by love, held tight in the prayers, secure in the eyes of The Father, we rest.
And my heart gives grateful praise