I do not consider my daughter Glory as ‘dead’. According to the Bible, she ‘has slept’. She has been swallowed into time eternity.

The ‘mouth’ of time is a black hole without boundary. How many lives have been engulfed, causing people to be without a direction?

Has life conquered death? Or has death conquered life?

When we disappear from this earth, where are we heading?
Her mother dreamt of her several times, even her classmates, why have I not? Not even once.

Each morning when I wake, I can only touch her face in her picture. During daytime, aside from working continuously, I think of her every moment.

I remember how she dragged her beaten body to the door of death and waited.

She had a gentle temperament, yet she was strong inside. She was the type who would not give in easily, yet she had reached her limit. The last moment as she departed, she screamed, Daddy….Daddy…..It breaks my heart thinking about it. Doctors surrounded her, trying their best….I pulled on a robe and entered the ICU. I held her hand with the initial intention to encourage her to fight on….but finally I had to say softly, ‘Go in peace….’
Facing death, can we really not look back, not care, not fear?

The couple of days before Glory passed away, her eyes were like those of a child, so innocent, so pure, so lost…..there was no expression of fear. She was peacefully waiting, even with a tint of excitement, as when she was getting ready to enter college. Yes, she was ready to leave. Several times, she asked that I help straighten her body. She did not want to depart with a hunched over posture. She finally slept. When will she wake up? When is the final blow of the trumpet?

The day before Easter, we saw that shoots from the black tulips planted before her grave have begun to appear. I am excited not only because this delicate flower is able to grow despite the kind of soil it is in, but through the few stems of new shoots, I am once again reminded of the power of resurrection life !