There were angels in the room. I just spent one of the most sacred weeks of my life as my mom prepared to graduate from mortality with flying colors which she did last Friday. She gave grace. She loved. She made the choice to be grateful. She made the choice to feel joy. And she set the quintessential example of not judging. This was a week of love, saying goodbye and miracles. Just moments after her passing while pondering the goodness of her life, I felt a new distinct glimpse of understanding of the magnificence of the gift of Jesus which allows families to be reunited. It was a teaching from heaven straight to my heart. I am filled with gratitude for my mother's love and faith and God's mercy.