When I was six years old, I received my first Christmas present, a bouquet of gold and silver jewelry from my friend.
It was from a person who was dying and I was devastated.
At the time, I didn’t know the story behind the gift.
But as I grew older, I realized that the man had died at a very young age and his spirit had been sent back to Earth to spend eternity with us.
My gift gave me hope.
As a young woman, I could also feel the pain of death.
I was in the process of divorcing my husband and he died from complications of diabetes and heart disease, which meant he would never be able to have a family.
I remember crying for days and weeks, begging him to let me have a funeral, even as I knew it was impossible.
When my mother died suddenly in 2000, I cried as much as I ever had before.
I didn’ know the exact date of my death, but I knew that my father had died a few months before and I had been left alone with my mother for the last eight years of her life.
At that point, I couldn’t wait to have my funeral.
When I got home, I had no idea that my husband would never come back from the grave, and I knew I had to make my funeral a joyous occasion for all the family.
For months, I prayed and wrote prayers to the Lord asking for the grace and support to move forward.
I would tell him that I was going to do everything I could to make sure that he would be there to see me, that he was there to comfort me, to look after me, and that I would be in a state of complete comfort.
The Lord never answered my prayers, but He did answer my prayers for my husband.
When he died, my husband was not in heaven.
Instead, He was in a coma.
As I lay in bed, he woke up.
He said, “Son, I’ve got to go.”
I asked, “What about your brother, Charles?”
He said he’d already left for the hospital, but that he had some friends in the United States.
He told me that he didn’t have any money and he couldn’t afford to go there to be with his friends, so he’d go to the hospital instead.
I told him that my mother had died and that my dad was going there with me.
He smiled and said, in a small voice, “That’ll do, son.
The next morning, he was still there, in the hospital bed, but he looked so good.
He was wearing a white shirt and blue pants, a white T-shirt, and white socks.
When the doctor took a look at him, he looked like he’d just been back from a trip to Disneyland.
When they gave him the news, he said, very quietly, “I’m in heaven.”
I never saw my father again.
When you’re a young mother, the first thing you do when you’re in hospital is go to your room.
You lie down on the bed and wait for your husband to come back.
I never felt more alone.
I had never been a single mother.
When Charles and I got married, I knew immediately that it would be our last.
I went into the hospital and I cried.
I cried because I knew the truth, but most of all, I wanted to have him back.
My husband died the day after we married.
My mother came to visit me on the night before we went to the funeral, but when she got there, Charles said he had to go home.
I thought about it for a long time.
Charles and his friends had just gotten back from Disneyland.
He drove me back to the hotel and we had dinner.
I ate dinner and I told Charles that I wanted him back to see my father.
I felt like he was my father now.
I wanted my father back, but at the same time, he had my father’s spirit and soul.
I could see it in his eyes when he said that.
He came back and I hugged him and said goodbye to him.
Charles went to visit his mother, but she had died.
My father and I stayed in the hotel room and I went to sleep with him.
At 7:30 a.m. on Christmas Day, Charles came home from Disneyland with my brother and me.
The next day, we were ready for him to come to the cemetery to say goodbye.
He walked into the cemetery and sat in a car with me and my brothers.
He went into his car and I waited for him in the back seat.
Charles came out and sat down next to me.
I said, you know, we can’t wait.
Charles walked out of the car, sat down on a stone, and said something to me in the cemetery.
He looked at me with a big