My husband died and I had to sit in the condolences. Everyday the people cried and I did not. Everyday they mourned and I was shocked. Everyday they looked at me with disgust. Why because I knew it was time that my husband move on and accepted God's decree. Each one of us has a day, a moment an hour when we will die and not one of us can stop it. So why are we so upset when someone dies. Are we sad for that person, no we are sad for us. So if we have extreme love of the person who died would we not be happy for them that they were out of misery. This world is but a trial and the next world is a bigger trial.

So as I tried to explain to the people that I was happy that Mo had been called home they shook their head, but I remained patient. I was in shock and in a almost coma from the loss of my Mo. I had to go on and I remembered his words to me when his father died. "If you cry, I will be angry with you." So I never cried in public.

On the third day of mourning I went and sat outside on the veranda and I looked up in the sky and there was Mo with an Angel (I guess) and Mo was waving. He said nothing, just waved and I looked up with my eyes so tired and exhausted and I waved back. Mo turned around and left with the angel. At that moment it started raining lightly. His sister came out to sit by me and said, "Sara, are you all right?" I said, "Yes, I just saw Mo with an Angel and it is raining. This is a blessing from God." So she sat with me in the rain for a few moments and all of a sudden, the rain stopped and the sun came out of the clouds. I never forgot that day, but know I only received such blessings because I was patient.

Patience is so hard in the time of death. Patience is so hard when they are getting ready to go. Patience is so hard at the time of sickness. Can't say I am always patient but I try.