I retired to my bed at 10:30 p.m. upon this summers eve, feeling completely warn out and tired from worrying about my mother being so sick and close to death. As I lay there my mind was racing forward into the future. What did the future hold? I wondered if she was going to win this battle, for she had won so many.

Something tugged at the memories of my mother while I was yet a small child. My whole world seemed to be spinning out of control. Then pictures of my Childhood came flooding in from the innumerable and mysterious caravans of my memory.

In my darkest hours of anguish and pain, my mother spoke a language of gladness and tranquillity, yet she said not a word. And with a smile of inner calm, she offered a promise of peace to this child's broken spirit. She would glide to my aid with healing and sympathy that would steal away the sharpness of the day.

As I looked out my bed room window, I realized that the first signs of the dawn was starting to dance through the morning sky. "This is impossible," I thought to myself. "I just laid down a few moments ago." Yet there it was, the bright rays of a summer morn bursting in and around me.

Looking at the rising sun, I remembered again when I was only a child. My mother standing posed and ready to welcome the first rays of morning light. She took me by the hand and placed me upon her lap, while wrapping her loving arms about me, she pointed to the sun as it rose in the east, saying. "There my son is where God lives, from there God sends his light and heat for man and beast, for flowers and trees. Here in the comfort of his love, we can learn to endure the hardships placed upon us and ride upon beams of his everlasting love. For here upon this earth has he placed us for only a little space of time." Thus did my mother say , then she kissed me upon my childish cheek.

I then knelt upon my knees to seek this God my mother had taught me to obey, and as I prayed a vision opened before eyes.

I saw my mother standing above me. She stood with her great-grand daughter who was her companion upon a white mist. Then came the voices of angels singing. "Let not thy feet touch the earth, come sister spirits, come away."

Both were clothed in white robes made of bright sunbeams and glittering star dust.

In the distance I could see and hear a multitude singing, "She is home, she is home, she has come home, our daughter and sister trials are ended. Glory be to God in the highest, she has returned safely home."

Beaming with pure celestial joy all the while, she glanced my way.

"Mourn and grieve not my son, for sorrow and grief is but a yoke, cast it from about thine neck and shoulders. For a mission to our ancestors have I been prepared and called. So rejoice with me, for one day my son you well join me here."