At the very last, the room lights on fire. It quartzes itself into an infinite, glittering moment. It floods with vivid pain and joy and love and grief, and I am opened up, I am melted away, and I feel God. For a blinding, breathless, reckless moment, I touch my fingertips to eternity. And as I do, I also touch my fingertips to Mom in this place. As she is hovering, flashing, brilliant, a soul on her way to wherever bright souls go.
