Proof of Heaven

Bond. There was a lot of nervous chatter, and a lot of dancing around the
subject on everyone’s mind: that I—the absent guest of honor—would
most likely never return to this house again.
Holley had returned to the hospital to continue the endless vigil. She
sat by my bed, holding my hand, and kept repeating the mantras
suggested by Susan Reintjes, forcing herself to stay with the meaning of
the words as she said them and to believe in her heart that they were true.
“Receive the prayers.
“You have healed others. Now is your time to be healed.
“You are loved by many.
“Your body knows what to do. It is not yet your time to die.”