Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
It was a summer evening in the year 2000 when four of us, friends through church for more than twenty years, decided spur-of-the-moment to drive from Port Washington to Hartford, Wisconsin, to make what we knew in our hearts would be a final visit with our dear friend, Valerie Arveson. For several years, Val had been waging a courageous struggle against ovarian cancer. The end was imminent. We needed to say good-bye.
We arrived, hesitantly, at Val's home. How do we do this? What can be said? How terribly kind it was of her even to allow us to come.
