The light grew stronger, but the sleeping beauty was not yet ready to open her eyes and see the glory the light brought with it.  She could feel the warmth provided by the light and the love of those who surrounded her.  Neither  energy  pulling, merely there, allowing her to chose her path.  She could sense the souls of those gone ahead  and those souls caring for her now all telling her that she could chose her own time.

 

Rise or fly�?One would sadly let go, and the other would gladly receive�?

 

In due time ... In her time