The Yellow Rose

A Glimpse of Eternity

Years later, I found myself in one of the most sacred moments of my life, sitting beside a dear friend as she was dying of cancer. We prayed the Rosary together. We went to Mass. We kept vigil, simply being present with her.

When I arrived, she kissed me and whispered, “You made it just in time.” That Sunday, she passed she went to heaven. And in that moment, something happened that would change me forever.

I want to share it just as I experienced it.

In the blink of an eye, my gaze shifted toward the kitchen light and there, I saw my daughter on a white horse. My friend Barbara was beside me, and I said, almost instinctively, “So she’s leaving… Katrina came to get her?”

Barbara looked at me, confused. And then, in that same instant, I heard my daughter’s voice clear, gentle, unmistakable:

“Mom… stop. My gravesite that’s just my body. My soul is alive.”

And I saw her radiant, joyful, more alive than I had ever known her to be. She reached for my friend, and together they laughed. As she began to leave, she turned back and said:

“Stop spending so much time at the gravesite. Plant yellow roses… and when they bloom, bring them to me.”

In that moment, everything shifted.

I understood, deep within me:
Heaven is real.
The soul lives on.
And God restores in ways far beyond what we can see.