As I sat bedside with my mom in her last 48 hours of earthly life this past February, she kept scanning the area above my head as if her eyes were following angels back and forth in the room. Then she would try to get out of bed as if she were being called. Intuitively, I knew but I couldn't see. Life in all it's glory.

Thanks for sharing this heartwarming story. Funny, I used the same image with the girl in the rainy window on my story detailing my journey with mom through her illness and death.