HEART'S CRY

My husband and I had the privilege of being called to the hospital to be with a daughter and son's dying mother until they could arrive.  I thank my Mother for giving me a mindset to see see the honor in death.  She worked at the nursing home when I was little.  Many times she held someone's hand and watched the veil between the temporal and eternal ripple as they walked into their final home. Death was a way of life, my Dad said to me one night as we buried my bunnies.  We grieve, but death is part of life.   Too many times, death comes from tragedy and breaks our world into a million pieces.  Jolting and traumatic.  I've gone with my husband on too many of these calls.  I held my Dad up as he wept when tragedy struck our ranch and took a young man from the world. Last night was precious. Peaceful.  The way death should be.    An older lady.  She was at the nursing home for three weeks and had just came to...