Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
My father was my life, and in 1989 he and Mom came to live with me, literally to die. We had him until May 31, 1991, when I walked into his room and he looked at me and died. I felt my world go with him. I wanted to lie down beside him and go with him. But, I was only 53 with five grown children and a husband.
The next six months were filled with such unspeakable grief and depression that, at times, I couldn't put one foot in front of another.