Love Is a Bridge

One day shortly after my fathers death, I went to church. I was missing my father very much. Sitting in the pew, I felt my dad with me. Ihad experienced his presence before. I silently asked him how it was that I could talk with him when others who had lost those they love could not talk with their loved ones. In my heart I heard my dads beautiful answer: The love we built on Earth is a bridge th...