It has been two months since the passing of my brother. My dear Mother who is nearly 93 keeps forgetting that Ted is gone and will frequently ask us to go wake him up, to tell him that dinner is ready. Each time, we have to tell her again that he has gone to Jesus. Each time she meets the news with wonder and even happiness for him. “Well!,” she says, “I don’t need to worry about him any more!” Such faith!
~ Debbie Ecker