Many years ago, I was pregnant and insisting the baby was dead. The droctors did nothing about it. After months of this I told Joe that I was naming our baby 'Jody'.
"That's good." he said. "Jody works for either boy or girl."
"This is a girl," I said. And the tests came back and I was right.
Years later, I still grieved for her loss and now Joe was dying of cancer. When I came into the room, tears were streaming down his face.
"Are you in pain?" I asked.
"I heard her voice," he said. "She said, 'Hi Daddy, I'm Jody and I'm coming to take you home.'"
From that time til death, he waited for her coming and told everyone about his experience.
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