Once I heard of a little sick child, whose mother was seriously ill;
and so, in order that she might have quiet, and that the sick child
might be no trouble to her, the little one was taken away to a
friend's house, and placed in charge of a kind lady for a time. The
mother grew worse, and at length died. The father said:
"We'll not trouble the child about it; she is too young to remember
her mother; just let her remain where she is until the funeral is
over."
This was done, and in a few days the little girl was brought back to
the house. No mention was made of her mother, or of what had occurred;
but no sooner was she taken to the house than she ran first into one
room, then into another, into the parlor, the dining-room, and all
over the house, and then away into a little room where her mother used
to go to pray alone.
"Where is mother?" she cried. "I want mother!"
And when they were compelled to tell her what had happened, she cried
out:
"Take me away, take me away; I don't want to be here without mother."
It was the mother made it home to her. And so it is in heaven. It is
not so much the white robes, the golden crown, or the harps of gold,
but it is the society we shall meet there. Who, then, are there? What
company shall we have when we get there? Jesus is there, the Holy
Father is there, the Spirit is there--our Father, our elder Brother,
our Comforter.