We raced to the house. Anna was lying on the couch when we entered. Her mouth was open, her head back, her color pale. I had never been in the presence of death before. It was emptiness.
Death is a helpless absence of life.
Death met me there in a lifeless body, in the grief and weeping of relatives, in silence and heads buried in hands. We must die to the world. We say farewell to this life. It was about a woman named Anna, a widow and prophetess living and worshipping in the Temple from a few years after her husband's death until the appearance of the baby Jesus - fifty or sixty years. Anna was looking for a baby, one who would be the Redeemer of her people.