Betty's escape to a better place - one where she can see well and be eternally young and beautiful - should give at least some comfort to her friends and family. These are the moments when I begin to have a glimmer of understanding of the mystery of faith. Death is rarely, if ever, a gift to loved ones but when the suffering is so bad and the indignities pile up like falling leaves, I suppose the soul decides when to make a run for the door and get out of Dodge.
At least for me, Betty...
August 01, 2012 | New York, NY