I stood by her hospital bed, tears streaming down my face. Huge sloppy sobs of "I love you, I love you, I love you." Through the shroud of sorrow, I caught glimpses of peace. Our angel daughter was being released from pain. No more seizures, no more pneumonia, no more pain. She was now going home. The arms of universal, unconditional love were now embracing my little girl.
So in the greatest sorrow of my life, I caught a glimpse of celestial light.
I have great faith in life beyond this life. This precious gift was now being given to me. I had the privilege of participating in this sacred moment.
Hope is the blessed child of faith.
Unconditional love is the parent of all.
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