Dove Song

Dove Song

The month and year was July 18, 1961, when my sister and I were in a fatal car accident. Without this being too long, or to turn this into an essay:

My sister died and my spirit left my body. I was held in the arms of a being wearing a shroud of light and who, with the voice of pure love, said she was the Comforter, sent by God.

She told me not to grieve for my sister, for she was going to live with God, but I had to return.

I remember coming back into my body at the hospital and looking into the ER physician's eyes, pleading with him to let me die again.

Living my life today has been so difficult, I never seem to fit in anywhere. And, without sounding to melodramatic, I'd love to go home, and be in those loving arms again, arms with no judgment, just acceptance and love.

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