Cyd's Comments

I am sitting here in tears after reading your blog. Everything you have
written there speaks of your love and your faith. I am glad that you
have had so many visitations from Rachel. I had one of the 29th, as I
believe I had emailed you about. I have not heard her sing since she
passed away and I am glad that she has sang for you. She had the most
glorious voice.

I thought I would share something with you that happened in 1974. As you
might or might remember my telling you, I had a near death ( as they
call them ) experience. I died from a poisonous acorn from that oak tree
that you have told me is now gone. It was a very windy storm and it
knocked some acorns off the tree and sent them into the back yard ---
where lots of apples had been knocked off the tree. Aunt Juanita and I
had gathered up the apples and put them on the back porch.

I came down with pneumonia and oranges costing too dear and with a
gazillion apples there for the taking, I brought up some apples to that
little bedroom in between the others. But I mistook a green acorn ( they
are poisonous in that state but are edible when ripe ) for a little
green apple. I took one bite of it. I had my NDE and when I came back
there was the acorn ( it had tasted horrible ) that had been spit out. I
could tell you the story of Snow White and how that relates to this but
that could be for another day.

Anyway, I went to heaven, I heard the laughter of angels, I heard their
song and danced for them. And there were streets of gold that one could
see through. There is so much light and so much beauty and so much love.
And no, it is not humanly possible to describe any of it. It might sound
like I am describing it but I am not. Words fail. But our loved ones,
including your precious Rachel, are there. We still have our missions
here to fulfill and we might not even know what they are but God's
perfect will does.

The day that I died and Jesus broght me back from the dead was NOVEMBER
11. I call it my "phoenix day" as the phoenix is the symbol of death and
rebirth. As is the butterfly. So Rachel was always so very special for
me. And she still is.

To dance in the rainbow and to fly among the stars, walk on golden
streets as clear as glass. To sing with the angels, to see our loved
ones again, to spend eternity with them in joy unspeakable around the
throne of God praising our Maker and our Redeemer. No, we can not
imagine it but we do have tiny gliumpshes of it. How frail we are as
humans, how torn by our grief and our needs. And He is our Comfort and
our Stay.

God bless you Libby for these tears your beautiful and heartfelt words
have given me.
God bless you.
Cyd

Thank you, Cyd. I couldn't muster up anything to write today, luckily Cyd could. I have posted her comments here.