time they were thirty. And only one faced breast cancer
have a low rate
our family a cultural anomaly? The truth
think about it. Those
did, usually the men, simply said,
"bad genes." The women's attitude was stoic. Cancer
surgery, I accidently picked up the telephone and overheard
my grandmother what
the most spiritual experiences you will
I quietly put down the receiver.
days later, my father took my brothers and me to
the hospital to visit her. She met
in the lobby in a
bandages were visible. I'll never forget her
radiance, the way
held herself in a purple velvet robe,
"Children, I am fine. I want you to know I felt the arms
God around me."
was thirty-eight years old.
A little over a year after Mother's death, Dad and I were
having dinner together. He had just returned from St.
George, where the Tempest Company
lines that would service southern Utah. He spoke
love for the country, the sandstoned landscape, bare-boned
and beautiful. He had just finished hiking the Kolob trail in
Zion National Park.
got caught up in reminiscing,
recalling with fondness our walk up Angel's Landing on
fiftieth birthday and the years our family had vacationed
dessert, I shared a recurring dream
mine. I told
my father that for years, as long as I could remember, I saW
light in the night in the