…Come with ME?

 …Come with ME?

It was a cold, blustery winter day. Snow was falling steadily and accumulating rapidly. The busses were having a hard time staying on schedule.

The caesarean section that produced a baby girl resulted in a very difficult time for her mother. Unlike today, the procedure was not considered safe then but the outcome of this one was considerably worse than most.

The young mother remained in the hospital for three months after the delivery of her child and her condition had deteriorated to the point where she was administered the last rites of the Catholic Church.

The baby was taken to the home of her maternal grandparents where she was cared for by her grandmother and her mother’s loving sisters. She didn’t have her mother, but there was no lack of love poured upon her. She was the first of her generation in that tight-knit Italian family.

While remaining in a coma, the young mother was visited by her devoted family but she was unaware of their presence. There was only one visitor during that long, difficult time that she recognized – and that was JESUS.

He smiled at her and He asked her one question: “Rose, do you want to come with Me?”

Her reply was, “I’d love to go with you, but may I stay until my baby grows up?”

Though tired and weak, she was discharged from the hospital three months after the birth of her baby girl.

She died when her baby was nineteen years old.