“Mama, Mama!” Little Harvey squealed.
“She can’t hear you, Harvey,” said Zella. “They love you, but they have to let you go.”
“Mama, Papa! Papa!” Little Harvey tried to grab his parents, but his hands went right through them. He was confused and afraid, but Zella was there. Her touch comforted him. She cradled Little Harvey in her arms while he buried his head in her shoulder. When he had cried himself out, it was time to move on.
“Look, Harvey, look at that bright light.” Zella pointed to a faraway light in the heavens. Once he looked at the light, the presence of God drew him, and he took her hand. They glided up to the light.
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