You are not alone

I was listening to the radio this morning.  It was an interview with an intensive care nurse.  It was an incredibly emotional interview.  She shared how very difficult it is for patients to have to die without family or friends at their side.

I listened with tears rolling down my face.

Those of you who read my books know that I am a faith filled person who sees God in my life.   I feel His presence, and I believe He holds me in the palm of His hand.

I believe that no one dies alone.   I believe that God is with us.  I believe He holds us close as we go home to Him.

I believe that our family who have gone before us surround us and comfort us as we give up this life for the next.

I know many people are much more skeptical than I am about what happens when this human body no longer functions.

Everyone has a right to believe what they want to believe.

But I now have a vision fixed firmly in my brain of a room filled with my beloved, departed family, surrounding me as I join them on the other side.  I feel the warmth of God's love surrounding me.

And it comforts me greatly.  Not just for myself, but for all those souls who have been lost to this pandemic, and who took their last breaths without family or friends or even hospital staff by their side.

My faith tells me they were not alone.  And I will cling to that.