On the morning of the day that her beloved husband died, the good wife sat at his bedside and prayed for his recovery. With her eyes closed, she heard a fluttering of winged angels descending on the bed where her husband lay.
“They are coming to take him upwards to be with God.” She knew. “Not yet!” She cried.
Suddenly, her words became garbled, and she could not hear her own prayers. She felt a reluctant yet assured change of heart.
“Go, be with God.” She whispered to her darling, lying so still and barely breathing. She kissed his lips and captured his last breath. His soul ascended.
One angel lingered. “Do not be afraid. Your precious partner is where he belongs.”
The good wife bid the angel adieu and began her mourning with a lonely yet light heart, safe and sound in God’s loving arms.