I went to a man here some time ago, killed in an accident. He was just dying. Come out of the accident, like manner. I seen many of them going that way. And I just wonder, that if when we’re coming…Even death is hard. Jesus fought against it: “Is it possible this cup should pass?” But when we’re coming right down to the end of the road…And I watched my wife when she went. And I—I wonder, when we get to the end of the road there, if God just doesn’t say to mother or some of them on the other side, “Look, daughter’s coming home this morning. Go down there at the bank of the river, watch for them.” We get to see them when these eyes are becoming transformed from the natural to the supernatural. In that vision, when it’s catching on us…It’s a fog just dries away there, and we can look the other side and see them coming down to the river. I hope that’s so. I don’t know. I couldn’t say it’s true; I don’t know. But I’ve seen that many times. Our loved ones pass on…

Life Story, 1951-04-15, Phoenix, AZ, §11