How will I write this?
While I was in Scotland a close friend sent a beautiful birthday card. I finally got it the other day as my mail was being held. I sent her a text of thanks and she replied ending with this: "I am sure the white light was with you the whole trip." Oh my, how could I have forgotten ! Early in this hard time she had sat with me at Mass. Afterward, she had an emotional time telling me about the white light she saw over my head that she couldn't take her eyes off.
That was not long after another dear friend had shared this, something that had never happened to her before: "One night as I was holding my handwoven rosary and praying a decade for my friends who are widows, I saw a circle of light at the front of my eyes which were closed. As I lay there enjoying the swirling light , suddenly it turned into a tunnel of white light, with the tunnel itself being a reddish color. I felt led down the tunnel and did not want to open my eyes possibly ending the experience . It was so calm and peaceful."
And so to Scotland.
Beautiful country, home of my ancestors, land of magic, they say and of treacherous two lane highways with a rabbit's ear distance between the going cars, coming cars and on the wrong side to boot. How did my son do it ?Twenty miles takes twenty years....off your life.
The night before this particular ride to Oban, I kept hearing this: "I wish I was there to care for you." Over and over. I should have known.
On to Oban, Mull, Iona and white knuckles. We made it and the next day as we sat around having coffee I asked each traveler what was special about that day. We shared a bit and then my son's shoulders began to hunch, his face reddened as he fought back sobs. His sister quietly comforted. Moments passed as he kept trying to say :"I heard. "I heard" and then finally this : "Dad told me to watch that center lane more carefully because his TT bird was in the back seat."
" When you walk through the storm hold your head up high and don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of the lark, walk on,walk on with hope in your heart for you never walk alone, you never walk alone."
