Mother was sometimes conscious, often not, as she lingered between life and death. The ravages of cancer had taken a heavy toll. As much as she wanted to depart, some deep subconscious will struggled fiercely to keep her here.
Rousing briefly from a deep coma she exclaimed, “Oh, no! It’s much too grand. It’s a palace. All I really wanted was a little cottage with roses blooming and to hear the laughter of children playing.”
No doubt, the fragrance of a beautiful rose and the pure, spontaneous, uninhibited laughter of children convey a sense of heaven. At least, to my mother, they did.
Whether or not she saw into heaven I do not know. And sometimes when I hear the heavenly music of children laughing I wonder, is my mother listening?