Come to the bridal chamber, death. Come to the young mother when she feels for the first time her new born's breath. As life came to it, death came to me, and we missed each other at the very moment that I heard its first cry. And when I came to life in the spirit world I was bitter and thought God to be so heartless and cruel to take me from my baby, and was so unhappy, and wanted to die over again. I would like to tell you of my misery and gloom and hatred of my very God, whom I had believed in and thought that I loved, but I cannot now.
Death comes as an enemy, but when recognized, only a friend appears.
Mothers, thank God for such a death and the great consolation it brings to the departing and to those left behind.