AUGUST 5
My wife of 57 years was buried today beside our son, who
died in 1941 as a result of a truck accident when he was
hitchhiking to take a job. She has longed for him all these
years and now she is with him. I know they are embraced
in happiness.
—TERRY KAYDo you think of it—who might be there, welcoming your
loved one? Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, the Swiss-born psychiat-
rist who has done so much work on death and dying, says
she believes none of us dies alone—that our loved ones come
to greet us, to welcome us to the other side.
I remember, when my daughter died, thinking how she
and my father, who had died a little more than a year earlier,
might be rejoicing in each other. My heart was torn, and for
a while I almost wanted to be with them. It was a long time
ago, and now I am in no particular hurry. But someday...I
think, when I am feeling confident in my faith and recalling
the loved ones I have lost...someday I shall be part of that
joyous reunion, too.
It is a hope I cherish—to rejoin my loved ones.