I am watching my son and daughter playing baseball in the backyard. They have grown overnight. I haven’t seen them in almost a year; they are nine- and eleven-years-old now. The garden looks wonderful. All the new plantings from last year have grown and the roses are blooming.
My daughter throws a pitch for my son to hit. He is paying no attention and the ball flies past his head. I instinctively reach out to catch it, then throw it back. Both children freeze.
“I told you daddy was watching over us from heaven,” my son said.
My heart hurt.
My daughter throws a pitch for my son to hit. He is paying no attention and the ball flies past his head. I instinctively reach out to catch it, then throw it back. Both children freeze.
“I told you daddy was watching over us from heaven,” my son said.
My heart hurt.
