"From the second I got hit I could see my daddy in the passenger seat," Bailey said categorically, even the clarity of his Carhartt's and plaid shirt. "He was kind of leaning back and I felt the look in his eyes, 'You've got this, twerp, you've got this.' "
The sharp collision sent Bailey's Raptor spinning and then wildly flying into a rough field, the airbags not deploying. When she emerged from the totaled truck, Bailey said she "didn't have a scratch," and sent emergency care away.
But what Bailey did have from those frightening moments was an indelible memory of her father's presence -- an experience that can't be explained.
"When the truck stopped my daddy was gone," Bailey said.
But there in her hand lay her daddy's bootlace; a keepsake Bailey has treasured since his death.
Love. Perhaps it ties hearts together forever.
"All the special gifts and powers from God will someday come to an end, but love goes on forever." I Corinthians 13:8 (LB)
(Lucy Luginbill is a career television producer-host and the Spiritual Life editor for the Tri-City Herald. In her column, she reflects on the meaning of her name, "Light Bringer." If you have a story idea for Light Notes, contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.)
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