This is how Aunt Joan used to travel.
Well, they weren’t pulling my leg yesterday. Aunt Joan is now out of the hospital and back in her own bed at the nursing home. Her condition has stabilized, she’s out of danger: God has heard our prayers.
Joan has long since lost the power of speech, so there’s no way to know what she’s thinking. I like to think she’s reliving her world travels, but of course I don’t know. Maybe she’s already in communion with the saints. There’s so much we can’t know. But if we knew everything, what would we do with our faith?