At Peace

She suffered a terrible disease. Cancer. The poor young girl with long black hair, half closed eyes and a distant look went to sleep forever. Her mother wept uncontrollably as the nurses wheeled her covered body away. The mother kneeled on the floor, flailing her arms while the husband pulled her to her feet and held her tightly.

“There was nothing more the doctors could do. She’s with God now,” he whispered.

The hospital staff looked on with pitied eyes as the parents of this young lady walked away, distraught.

“My baby said she thought she saw Jesus before she died,” the mother choked up.

The father pushed his wife’s hair back and held her face. “If that’s true, then she surely is at peace.”

The wife nodded and continued weeping.