“Perhaps God. But I will see whether she has any idea of the matter.”
“Do you know, my child, what the soul is?”
“No sir—do you?”
I did not like to reply to her query—so I proceeded, “Your mother has yet an existence, and if she was good—”
“Oh, my mother was very good—always good.”
“Then the spirit which animated her body is in the enjoyment of all the good belonging to its present state, which the body could enjoy on earth—it is happy.” I was ashamed of the explanation.
“Would it be like her, if I could see it?”
“Probably exactly like her.”
“And could I see or know of her real existence in that state?”
“Yes, though not usual. All is possible with God.”