My elderly great aunt lay on her sickbed with a smile on her face Her gray hair was pushed back from her face and wrinkles covered her cheeks She didn rsquo t speak much but I still recall the few words she said when my father mother and I visited her She whispered ldquo I don rsquo t get lonely Jesus is here with me rdquo As a single woman at the time I marveled at my aunt rsquo s proclamation Her husband had died several years earlier and her children lived far away Nearing her ninetieth year of life [... more]