These six sentences are from a memoir about my mother’s life and death with Alzheimer’s. The memoir is entitled “Memories Like Butterflies an Gnats,” and the entire piece can be found at the following link:
“While Mom was still in her 20’s, and shortly before my eldest brother was born, her father had a heart attack and collapsed before her eyes. She began to do whatever she could to keep him alive. While hastily doing some measure of CPR, she heard a voice clearly say, “Pearl, let him go… let him go.” And so she did. At the same instant that she lost her beloved earthly father, she received the blessed assurance of the intimate presence of her heavenly Father, and was at peace. As long as she was able to remember anything, she remembered that moment with joy.”
May all of you, Dear Readers, be blessed with enough. . .