Part 3

I believe we chose to come here, be born, live, come to earth. Likely we knew something of our purpose, maybe something about the people we would live with--maybe--and I'm pretty sure we knew we would have to be tested. I wonder if we chose our tests. I've never thought about that part, actually.

If Joyce chose her test, she must have known she'd have to be strong. Perhaps she knew her family, those who would love her most, would also need to be strong. Even if she did not choose her test, what she encountered and endured for the last five years asked a lot of her. It took from her her knowledge of things and people and all she had done and been, which was considerable and impressive.

Her test is over. I say she passed, and it seems to me her family also passed. I don't know for sure, because I'm an outsider looking in. But I judge it to be so from what I saw and heard from her children yesterday at her funeral. They were happy, proud of her, proud of their dad and his care of her, relieved that she has been released.

Probably some hard days lie ahead for them, but the happy part is that no one will have to look back with regret.

Hallelujah!